Moving?

I'm moving in June.  Admittedly, I can't wait.  It's the last tie I have that can finally be cut.  Until then, I have some serious packing to do (and am doing), so I can paint the walls I've painted.  Yes, I'll be doing this on my own... don't ask me what my painting talents are, because as of this point, who the hell knows.

As I'm packing up, I'm feeling oh so proud of myself.  Look at the boxes get stuffed and taped!  Look at some go into storage because I'm a big girl now and have a storage unit!  (Ok, mainly because I'm downsizing in apartment size and cost once I figure out where I'm going, but still!  Don't rain on my parade...)

And then... I look around.  Holy crap, there's a lot left.  Holy crap, I own a shit ton of stuff.  Holy crap, I'm a closet hoarder. 

Am I hoarder style (think the show) bad?  No.  Do I have an unhealthy connection to most of the shit I own?  I'm starting to think so...

Luckily, all I've put into storage so far are the unessential essentials (think random cords that do who knows what and books).  Because these next few days are going to be harrowing.  I'm going to have to learn to say good bye.  Some of this stuff simply needs to GO.  For instance, one suitcase I've owned for years.  My little purple carry on.  I honestly can't remember the last time I used it as one because I have a bigger, more user friendly one.  Why do I still have it?  Because I love it.  It's purple and cute and I've had it for years.

BUT I DON'T USE IT!

Apparently this generally doesn't matter to me and I should waste space storing it in my closet...

This is just one small, and admittedly kind of stupid, example of what I'm talking about here.  I haven't put my bed up for sale yet for two reasons, one is good and the other is not.  The good reason?  I have no freaking clue where I put the assembly instructions.  I know they are somewhere, I just need to look and find them.  Why haven't I really taken the time to look and find and sell?  Because I'm afraid to sell my bed.  I've had this bed for six or seven years.  No joke.  This bed has been through a whole lot with me (we won't discuss the mattress) and now I'm getting rid of it?!  I almost feel guilty...  I told you it was stupid.  But... time moves on and so do I.  No more bed for me! 

Now where are those stinking instructions???  Hhhmmm...