Moving is known as one of the most stressful experiences in one’s life. It’s something that young New Yorkers seem to do often but they have a lot less stuff than people in other places. This is mostly because they don’t have much space, sleep on futons, and are ready to part with their belongings. My urge is to purge but now since we are moving to a larger place, there will be more room for lots of stuff.

When we started to pack a few weeks ago, it started out with organizing everything perfectly but then these last few days its been about throwing the last few odds and ends into boxes.  They are packed delicately/correctly but still in my last few moves those are always those last few things that don’t make sense to be together that end up together packed snuggly in a cardboard box for who knows how long.

Whenever I pack up and move again, I wonder how have I accrued so much stuff, and do I really need all of this crap? Moving in and out of college was easy because it was just my clothes, books, school supplies, and a few  accoutrements, small bookshelves and maybe a fridge or tv. No real furniture to speak of.

Now we have pots and pans, real plates that match each other, a sleeper couch, a bed, other furniture, and appliances.  Oh and all of this stuff from our wedding like china, vases, and real fancy stuff.  I never thought I’d have real fancy stuff at the age of almost27. I thought I was saving that for when I was 35.  OH WELL.

Then there are all of the things I have for my future (hopefully not fictional) office. It’s weird to be packing up a one bedroom apartment for a three bedroom house. I am labeling boxes for rooms that I don’t technically have yet. Wacky. We’ve been to U-Haul six times–well the husband has been.
And I haven’t even gotten into the whole issue of deciding what to take and what not to take. Ahhh. It’s been a LONG month.