Well, we’re here. Knee-deep in boxes, packing paper and disorganization. With the little ones underfoot (or, more recently, clinging to the back of both my legs), packing is going along at a glacial speed. We will get there eventually.
While I was packing up the apartment, I jotted down some sentiments that came to mind. It was a tad emotional to box everything up, and thankfully, I had the time to go through and sort through things before I packed up. This was ideal, since the concept of packing things that I’m going to throw any anyways was a little annoying.
The resultant feeling was a little like Pesach cleaning – a thorough clean-up. As I was weeding, I found things I thought I would use but didn’t, like the Agudah Tehillim calendar from 2008-9, and the zillion wedding invitations I kept (to my own wedding, that is).
- Things I liked: looking through my wedding guest book, finding the note of kavannos I had under the chuppah!
- Things I tossed: thank you cards from friends and acquaintances (sorry), congratulatiory cards from my engagement/wedding/birth of my first child. Early labor list, nursing and diaper chart from my firstborn (What? who keeps that?). Family pictures from when my oldest was a baby that I never sent out ’cause I wasn’t organized enough. Chaval.
- Things I kept: cards from my husband. :) half-used notebooks (that I was really tempted to throw out in a fit of purging)
I’m glad I actually took the time to shed the excess paper items and whatnot. I’m also glad that I took the time to be fairly organized about what I packed. Time will tell if it was helpful with my unpacking or not. It was definitely helpful in my packing, because as I was boxing it all up, I had the feeling of organizing my life, and of control and calmness. That was cool.