Moving On Up! Really..just moving on OUT

So, another year another move. Or at least that is what it always seems. I’m in this vicious cycle of moving so close to the new year that I just can’t seem to get out of. Let me tell you, it sucks every year. I mean, the moving isn’t that bad…I generally don’t have to do any heavy lifting…it is more of the stress and financial obligations that keep me up at night. Fees, deposits, rent overlaps, boxes, trucks, things needed, time. Did I mention that I don’t make THAT much?

The packing is an interesting part of the whole move. It’s fun to inventory all that you have and see where your life has taken you. I have a passion for picking up new things in geographic locations…thus, making many of the things that I own a memory. There are scattered journals that chronicle different parts of my life—speaking brutle honesty of the emotions and circumstances at the time. I used to keep shoe boxes filled with cards, corks, pictures and miscellaneous junk that was special to me to remind of all of the stories of my life, I just upgraded to a huge box because I had far too many shoe boxes! I cannot wait until I am old and wrinkly to look back at that box to remind me of how good looking I was at 21. Alright…ok, that was a little self-serving. Those things—those journals, those cards, those pictures and ticket stubs are positively priceless though .

The point being, moving—inevitably blows. Still, its fun to reminisce and see where your life has taken you. Last year I was in Greece, in Charleston, in Love, soul searching, in school, in limbo, curious, searching for a dog, going to the fair, playing in the snow, poppin' champagne, in Phoenix, in Austin, at my parents, growing older....last year... I was.

Right now, I can’t wait to see what the next year has in store.