Moving has been something of a norm ever since I moved out of my childhood home to the college freshmen dorms eight (!!) years ago. In fact, I’ve moved at least once—even up to three times—every year since that fateful day I left the nest. I’ve lived everywhere from a sorority house, downtown Boulder, my parents’ basement (ehm, multiple times), Beverly Hills, not-so-good part of Denver, houses with big backyards to little apartments that at least had a wood-burning fireplace, and now Sacramento.
It’s bittersweet as our first Sacramento lease comes to a close. I vividly remember sitting in the leasing office across from the manager, feeling rather nervous for my first time co-signing a contract with a significant other. And here we are, a year later and packing up our little apartment to move on to the next spot together—the same spot where we started here in Sacramento, actually.
Jake and I will stay with his brothers as we save money to comfortably move into a house where we can truly settle and call home for our remaining time in Sacramento (however long that may be). Get our finances in order by paying down debt and building up a savings account… you know—responsible, adult things.
Yesterday, I came back to the apartment after work to see all our décor, photo frames, and mirrors packed away, leaving the familiar space to feel rather empty. No more shelving unit in the dining area, which Jake set up many months ago because I was crying of homesickness. No more photo frames, each of which I carefully chose in order to bring warmth and homeyness to our bedroom. No more framed Conscious Alliance posters I’ve collected since college, or color-matching décor that spurred heated discussions of whether they were properly aligned while hanging up.
But enough of the woo is me, because this move really is for the best. For one, Ollie has repeatedly told me how excited he is to move to the brothers’ house; after all, there will be two more people around to spoil him. He enthusiastically goes on about having a backyard to call his own again, and he loves to talk about those mischievous—SQUIRRELS!
It’ll be nice to live in a neighborhood near a park and a less-expensive-therefore-better version of Whole Foods. And I’m looking forward to having a backyard, too.
Isn’t it incredible how fast we accumulate stuff in the course of a year? When I move, I usually make a point to organize and clean out my belongings (unless I uber-procrastinate and just throw it all in a box last minute)—so that’s been my life since returning from a business trip last week. You would think after cleaning and organizing so much there would increasingly be less to clean and organize, right? Yeah, I thought so, too.
And yet there is still three and a half hours worth of cleaning out the second closet. Long story short, a few pounds need to be shed if I want a summer wardrobe, and it’s not so easy to part with a cute shirt even though you haven’t worn it in more than a year. Does anyone else have these issues every single time, no matter how times they go through their clothes?
In any case, it feels good to write on this blog again. It honestly feels like the first week of January, as far as “starting fresh” goes. I paid no attention to resolution goals or end-of-year roundups/reports, or all the rest of the New Year cliches (that I admit to totally loving every year) because of how busy it has been with work. It’s finally time to take a deep breath and organize my personal intentions in addition to all my belongings. Writing again was a first step—and it always feels like the first post after a hiatus is the hardest, yeah?
Cheers to the next post, and then the next, and so on!