Moving is a good time to go through your Stuff and purge. We’ve been in our house for 5 years, which really isn’t all that long- but definitely long enough to accumulate a lot of crap. And when you have a kid, the Stuff seems to multiply on its own.
It’s overwhelming, The Stuff. And honestly, we don’t have that much… or at least, when I hear other people talk about Their Stuff, I don’t think we have that much Stuff. Because of a serious lack of storage space in the house, we’ve gone through several purging sessions over the years, giving away clothes that don’t fit, books we’ve read, lamps that are broken, etc. But still. Lots Of Stuff is still left.
I started packing today, for real. Boxes everywhere, armed with packing tape, a black sharpie, and determination. I didn’t get very far (I did have a toddler ‘helping’ me for the first part of the morning, so you can imagine how productive that was.) but I did get most of the basement and laundry room sorted and about 10 boxes packed and taped. (Then I ran out of tape. And energy.) I also have a few boxes of books for the library, some CDs (anyone know a place north of Pittsburgh that takes used CDs?), and clothes for Good Will.
Aside from purging Stuff, moving is a fun time to rediscover. Wanna know what I rediscovered today?
My prom dress.
And guess what?
IT STILL FITS!
(Please ignore the hair and no makeup. I’d just spent about 3 hours in the basement digging in cobwebs and boxes.)
Here I am wearing the same dress in 1997 (and yes, that’s Dan.):
Now, my boobs are a little bit… um… larger than they were when I was 18, and I’m a little curvier than I was then (oh hai, Motherhood!) but dude. It fits. I zipped it up and could breathe and everything! There were a few tense moments when I thought it might not happen (trying to zip up ANY dress yourself is a challenge, really.) but I got it zipped and I straightened up and… dude.
Now I just need someone to ask me to the dance. I’m so totally ready.