The thought of moving AGAIN makes my head swirl. For many reasons. First and foremost, my kids. Don't get me started on the cop-out "kids are resilient" statement people use. It's just my firm belief kids shouldn't move around too much. They need stability. Consistency. They crave it. I've said all this before. I know. Regardless, this is my life right now and I will do everything I can to make my them feel grounded. Like they have a rock-solid home base.
Secondly, I HATE moving. Hate packing everything. Hate going through all the things sitting in the back of the closets, cabinets, garage...oh the garage. That's a whole other animal.
So I'm determined to at least get a jump on what I **can** somewhat control. What's that? The junk, trash and otherwise random items that have been untouched over the past year. Get rid of 'em!
I started 'takin' out the trash' today. First stop: my son's closet. That kid has grown like a weed over the last year and his clothes alone need to be traded-out about every six months or so. Not to mention his sweet, curious, little sister went through the boxes on the floor of his closet. Boxes with items we hung on his walls of his room when we had roots and felt comfortable enough to get it all out and put it all up. Now strung out all over the place. Don't get me wrong...he has enough out! But I'd love to have shelves on the wall for all his trophies, pictures of him and his friends, books...you know, the usual kid stuff. Things that say, "I live here and will until the foreseeable future so no...I don't mind putting a nail in the wall.
Regardless, two trash bags later, I feel a little better knowing I'm getting a jump on getting rid of things we don't need. Donating things others could use. Packing away things that are much too memorable to ever let go. Ever.
But I'm telling you, due to the possibility of critters alone...that garage will be the last thing I go through! Ughhh.....
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