It only took me eight months to fully realize my goal of unpacking.
That is correct. The boxes and totes that once mocked me are now put away. The voices have been silenced, for a little while anyway. With the help of a friend and the looming threat of a parental visit forced me across the finish line. It is a glorious feeling to know that it’s put away.
There were some difficult moments. I had to sit and sort through photos of what seems like past lives. It’s amazing the number of people that drift in and out over the course of time. For some it was a happy remembering of fun times, for others it was just sad disappointment. I got distracted, bored and even procrastinated to the last possible second to get this done, but I did. I overcame the tediousness of it and managed to trash even more stuff.
At the end of the day, i feel like I accomplished something much bigger than just unloading boxes. I am moved in. For the first time in seven years I have fully inhabited one location. I’m going to call that growth.
Let us all stop to do the happy dance.
Leave a Reply