I can’t remember if I ever wrote a post to follow up on when I told you all how I
have had to move. I wasn’t looking forward to moving at all… as much as I dream of living in a room that can fit a television and a desk, I am rather fond of my current setup. After looking at a few other options, I was even less excited about having to move.
So I was thrilled when my current roommate J. realized that her girlfriend R. could just move in to the extra room here, and we could all live together. Now, normally I wouldn’t want to live with a couple — lesbian or straight — because that can equate to drama, but I feel pretty confident about this situation. My roommate is very stable (she’s a middle school history teacher) and her girlfriend is hard working and, even without a college degree, earns more annually than my roommate’s public school salary. And they’ve been together for a while now and they’re very mellow.
So I get to stay in my current $635 a month rental, thank goodness. Watching my roommate move today, I am so thankful that I don’t have to worry about moving right now. But even though I don’t have to move, I want to pretend I’m moving and get rid of a lot of my stuff.
If you’ve been reading my blog lately, you know that I’m on an anti-stuff mission. I’m trying to rid my life of stuff so I can enjoy what really matters, or at least start to figure that out. It feels good to throw crap out. I usually hate doing it because it seems wasteful — but throwing out bags of stuff (and donating what’s decent) just lifts a giant weight off my chest.
What else should I shed from my life? So may bad habits. This is a year of cleansing. Not in a hippie way. In a — I’m finally growing up way. I’m going to be 28 in 5 months (!) and I think I’m ready to grow up. It’s now or never. I can’t see myself having a family without learning how to do this on my own. I love feeling in control. I hope I can find a way to make that feeling maintainable.