Moving is very tiring. I’m sure things are going to get lost in the process. But I’m making sure I keep track of the things I’ll need most. Seems like I could have picked a cooler part of the year to move. Lately it has been unbearably hot outside…so much so that many people have put off yard work for cooler times. The grass at my yard is pretty much dead, which is a blessing in disguise since I won’t have to mow.
So its been a matter of shuttling my stuff back and forth 15 minutes down the road. The best thing I can compare it to is when I first moved out to college. When I went to Lipscomb’s High Rise dorm in August 1993, I had no idea what to take. So I took it all, even stuff I couldn’t possibly use. The following years I took less and less. This time I’m taking EVERYTHING I own. Very few stuff will be left behind, except for some childhood sentimental items which my mom wants to keep.
Plus the first time I moved out to college it was a drastic change to my environment. This time is no different. I imagine, just like my first year at college, my first year on my own will have some bumps along the way. That’s to be expected. My friend told me that the first time he moved out a few weeks later he thought to himself “I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life.” Things will probably get stressful. But I’m thinking this will be my independence day.
Bedroom suits: Its one of those things which I don’t really get too excited about. I never really found one that I couldn’t live without. So I got the next closest thing which wasn’t too gaudy. The place I went to had some really ugly stuff that I’m sure would have looked good during colonial times, but not in the 21st century. Here it what I picked out. Simple, practical. I would have loved to have kept my bed. But my mom wanted to keep it seemingly how its supposedly my greatgrandmother’s. Sentimental in her mind. I like it because it sets high, a typical design back then, possibly because the floor was to drafty.