This is the third time I've moved in two months. First I had to pack up everything in Austria, leaving behind what I wouldn't need in Louisiana (sweaters, ski pants, winter coat, Eisstock) and I moved to Iowa for a month. Then I repacked all my belongings and moved to Baton Rouge, where I lived with very kind and generous friends for a month. Now I'm in a penthouse apartment (read: third floor) thanks to help of Expert Moving of Baton Rouge – I highly recommend them!
I've learned much about myself during this move. When I moved everything into storage two years ago, I thought I really downsized. Looking at the mountain of boxes in the front room, I have no idea where I got all this stuff, what I did with it for all those years, and what the hell I'm going to do with it now. Most of it is books or kitchen supplies, which is I suppose natural for an academic whose hobby is cooking. What surprised me though is what I got rid of... I gave away my favorite bookshelf, which means I'm going to have to get another wall unit (for all the books in all those boxes). And things that I missed when I was in Austria (like a hubby, i.e. backrest for reading in bed) I evidently tossed. And I'm still missing a box of mixing bowls and measuring cups...Well, back to unpacking. If anyone needs a set of Rosepoint crystal or books by Thucydides, let me know.
3 comments:
Moving is a trip, isn't it? I hate moving worse than a root canal. Hope you can stay put for a while.
Wow, you have been moving around!
Moving has a way of stripping you down to basics. I hope you're happy where you've landed.
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