My last few weeks have been filled with a lot of packing and a lot of moving. I’ve been on autopilot. After all, I am no stranger to this process – it’s my fifth move in less than four years.
Based on that number, you’d think I’d be a minimalist, but alas I am not. I am a collector of things, and I don’t mean in the “I collect stamps” sort of way. It’s more of a hodgepodge of items that I think I will need/use again in the future.
Just looking around the room, I’ve compiled a list of junk “things” that made the move with us:
1. A stack of Dwell magazines
2. Seven rolled up posters (which I have every intention of framing and hanging this time, I swear)
3. Two big boxes of half-used medicine cabinet supplies (including five unopened bottles of hand lotion and three half-empty bottles of prenatal vitamins)
4. Ten boxes of mismatched hand-me-down Christmas decorations
5. A tangled mess of various old cell phones and cell phone chargers
The list goes on, but I wont embarrass myself further.
My husband would just assume we throw all of this stuff away, but I am always the one who feels this deep need to hold on to it. Why some people get so attached to physical objects is beyond me. All I know is I hope I don’t end up on an episode of "Hoarding: Buried Alive" on TLC.
Junk piles aside, the hardest part of moving for me is leaving Liam’s nursery. Of course, he got to bring it all with him to the new house, but it just isn’t the same. That room was the one I had spent hours in before he was born - carefully picking the perfect shade of blue for the walls, hanging decorative banners above his crib, rocking away while dreaming of bringing our little boy home. It just makes me sad to see it go. Luckily, being the photographer that I am, I took a lot of photos of it (which I’ll probably print and stash in a box under the bed, right next to the pile of magazines and old cell phone chargers).
The good news in all of this moving chaos is that Liam seems to be adjusting nicely to the change of scenery. After six months of waking up for at least one midnight snack, I’m happy to report that he slept through the night in his new room. I guess I’m the only one who misses his old room.
Cheers to new beginnings and a good night’s sleep.
Anne Creighton Blodgett is married with a son and a stepson. Read her Thursdays on Douglas County Moms. Also check out her personal blog here.
I am a collector of things, and I don’t mean in the \'I collect stamps\' sort of way.