Moving

Moving. Lord have mercy how I hate it. I am about to make my 7th move in six years, and that doesn't include me packing everything up to go to Spain for six months. I mean, you would think I would be a pro at it by now and you know what, you should be right. Everytime I tell myself I am not packing that shirt that I "think" I will wear again, or that sentimental high school dance team shirt or that 80's costume skirt I wore to a party five years ago. But yet, I can't seem to part ways with them. What if....I have a last minute party and need a skirt? Or what if, I decide one day to make a quilt from old shirts? Yep, I'm a pack rat, I'm that girl who keeps letters and cards from birthdays, even if it is just signed "Love you, Mom". I mean, it's a memory right? And in my mind, every memory is worth saving. I really am making an attempt to downsize every move I make. But, some things continue to be a wish. I am so looking forward to seeeing my things that have been in my POD since I tucked them away last January. It's almost like a treasure hunt as I unpack boxes. Hell, maybe I should have them drop the pod off at Goodwill on the way to my house to help sort out some of those "memories". But then again, maybe not.