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Moving: The Realization That You Have Too Dang Much Stuff

Our recent move to Houston is the first move I have made with a husband. Naturally this implies a husband plus wedding gifts plus enough crap to fill a 3,000 square foot house. And it also points out one of my biggest character flaws: the near inability to say “No thanks” and/or realizing that I probably won’t ever get to that DIY project I saw on Pinterest.

I valiantly tried to preempt this moving-stuff drudgery with weekly trips to the thrift store in Huntsville, and somehow, even after moving, I have again begun schlepping items to Goodwill in Houston. [It may not help that I absolutely love thrifting, trying DIYs that only sometimes turn out how I envision them, and using Goodwill more as a “rental” clothes store so I don’t feel bad about getting rid of some of those pieces.] Along with a 690 square ft apartment we also have two storage units; I have been treating their existence like a bad habit, quietly sneaking stuff into them and hiding it so I don’t have to maneuver around it in the cramped apartment.

I’ve decided this whole apartment stint is a great time to simplify our life, help others out by donating the items we don’t really need, and focus more on just being together rather than stressing about DIYs. And I think we have come to the conclusion that when we are ready to buy a house here it will have significantly less DIY-requirements than our Huntsville house. As much as I love projects, I am also absolutely loving this quality time with the hubs and our three adorable animal buddies!


PS: Moving can’t be as difficult as wrangling your cat into the kennel can it?! 

Gus Grissom the cat is less than pleased with this trip to the Vet. 


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