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.: 7.03.2007 


With every move I get determined to break through my abandonment-issue-laden Tauren tendencies and strive for a zen simplicity. This move is just the same. As I pack things I evaluate them. Do I use it? Or am I just waiting to use it? Is there sentimental value? Is the sentiment actually valuable? Would someone else benefit more from having this item? We have sent several carloads to Goodwill, and I've given away or sold cheaply a ton of stuff to my friends. It feels good to know that my junk can actually be useful items in another setting. In the next house (be it townhouse or loft apartment), I want to strive for visual simplicity. Not anything stark, but something that has beauty in its minimalism that will make me want to keep it beautiful and put away things when I am done with them. (I tend to, uh, "nest"... there is a blast radius around my usual seat in the living room of mail, craft projects, water glasses in various stages of empty, socks, crap from my purse, etc.)

Also? Selling the stuff that still had decent value has let Hubby and I pay off a consolidation loan we took out two years(ish) ago a little early!

Visual peace, mental peace; now all I need is a nap and good snuggle.

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