This afternoon, all 800 pounds of our personal belongings will arrive in a Suddath van. I am SO excited that our stuff is almost here! Matt and I very carefully chose what to pack for our trip, partly to keep within the relocation budget, and partly because we knew our apartment in Pasadena would be tiny. Some items were completely non-negotiable (anything with the word "bike" in front of it -- bike pump, bike bag, bike lock ... you get the idea), but other choices were less obvious. I distinctly recall wondering if I'd want a second set of measuring spoons (yes) or a third scarf (nah), or whether there would be room in the closet for my hiking boots (mighty doubtful).
In the last seven days, the items that I've missed the most -- many, many times a day -- are our good knives. Slicing Matt's fruit for his breakfast or chopping up onions to make enchiladas is NOT a good time with dull knives, and for this clumsy chick, a serious safely hazard. I'll be saying a hearty welcome home to my garlic press, too. And just wait until my super cute Animal Crackers mugs hold our coffee tomorrow morning. I practically have goosebumps just thinking about it.
Isn't it funny how attached we humans get to our stuff? Just before we moved, Matt and I had to consolidate two houses into one, and then decide which of our belongings were so essential that we could not do without them for a year. Turns out, I care deeply for the framed photographs of my family members and friends. And my sheep slippers. But my overstock of costume jewelry? Eh, not so much.
Now, got to go find more inches in that closet before the van gets here ...
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