I promised myself that I would unpack every single box and tote this time. Normally I just live with boxes.
Erika came over to check out the new place and help me settle in.
I did a farely decent job of putting away 80% of my belongings but it’s the last 20% that kills you. That and the fact that I couldn’t figure out how to organize my room. For the past month I’d look at the mounds of stuff, get overwhelmed and avoid my room.
Enter Erika, queen organizer. She is the perfect one for this job. Seriously.
She asked me the tough questions. Do I really need to have three alarm clocks? How many chenille blankets does one person need? She made me sort through eighteen mismatched sheet sets. She forced me wittle down my collection of purses to a manageable number. She made me find a home for everything and if I couldn’t it went into the Salvation Army pile.
Erika is a gift. Not only do my belongings have a home, my room is organized and the furniture has good feng shui. And I must say she is freakishly strong.
I felt like I let her into the inner workings of my mind today. She has officially seen the wizard, so to speak. It was hard but fun because it was someone I trusted loving helping me to do it.
My life actually feels better now that this task is nearly accomplished. Now I just have to get the pictures hung.