Just for the record: I am not the one to teach this course.
Wow, I’m bringing a lot of stuff.
And I’m not even done with putting out all my piles yet.
Still…I’m hopeful all will fit into my red backpack on the left and my small black daypack on right.
Tonight I cleared out most of my closets to make space for the woman who is staying here. All two closets; they are both tiny and were crammed with clothes. Then I loaded my clothes in air-tight containers with stinky mothballs and then put them in my shed.
Now my closets are nearly empty.
It feels so strange–on the one hand it feels like I’m moving out of my house forever which feels so odd (having lived here for 9 years and having identified a lot of myself through my home) and on the other hand it feels like I’m purging which is incredibly freeing.
It’s amazing because the journey hasn’t even started and yet I’ve already learned so much about myself in the past few months of preparing for this trip.
It’s been so revealing and humbling to see how attached to things I’ve become in the past few years and how moving the energy (like moving the clothes from my closets into my shed) feels like the beginning of a dismantling of the rigidity that has happened with a lack of change on the home front.
It’s not super comfy but it does feel right.
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