The final phase in the effort to move the rest of my "stuff" across country from Arizona to here is underway. I'm unpacking boxes and putting stuff away.
I'm actually of two minds about this. One of my minds realizes that I'm halfway through my lease so the possibility that I'll just have to pack it all back up again in a few months is very real. The other mind wants to make my apartment as homey as I can, and is actually enjoying re-discovering everything I've been living without these past few years.
Case in point - today I'm wearing a top that was recently unpacked. It's pretty, and thankfully it still fits. It's like having new clothes! In fact - one of my co-workers already asked if it was new.
I don't like to think of myself as a hoarder, but at the same time I collect things I realize I'll probably never look at again. Ever. For example, I've got newspapers from during all the Buffalo Bills Super Bowl games, covering all the hype leading up to the game as well as the game itself. They're in 2 mildly heavy boxes. Why keep them? I dunno - I just want to.
I know some who would rather forget their past. I am not one of those. My past is part of who I am. Parts of my past brought me a significant amount of happiness. They were part of who I was, and I suppose in some way I don't want to loose that. I suppose it took me a long time to realize that I don't have to give it up. Anyway - that's not an excuse for hoarding. It's just something about me.
This was a bit of an odd weekend. A typical weekend these days involves driving to Charleston on Friday after work, then back to Charlotte at dinnertime on Sunday or very early Monday. Due to some schedule things and some pretty crummy weather in Charleston yesterday I was back in Charlotte by noon. That gave a half a day here that I don't usually get. It felt "odd", and I think it's going to throw my whole week off kilter.
I certainly had no problem filling the time. I did some stuff with the dogs, I spent a little time doing some things outside, I washed all my bed linens, and of course there's the unpacking thing. My apartment looks significantly smaller now with all this new old "stuff" in it.
I suppose I've got a pretty good life right now. My career is going well - I'm being well paid and I seem to be fitting in well here. I'm surrounded by my creature comforts. Although I'm not in Charleston full-time I'm close by and get home on a regular basis. My health seems to be good. My head and my heart are happy. I suppose I should enjoy this quiet time while I can. But, to be honest, I'm restless.
I'm not sure why. I just am. I suspect I'll have more to say about that once I figure it out.