I strongly dislike the word transition. But its coming. I can feel it. I'm lying here, itching to sort clothing, organize stuff, purge and throw away what we don't need. At the end of November we're leaving our apartment. I love this place. It hurts to think that we won't be here for Christmas. I have to pause, because it is sad. And it is hard that we're moving. But, on the other hand, the place we're moving to is where we'll live until we go to Italy. We can be settled there, make it our own. It is a blessing to us, and I am excited - except for when I'm sad.
Alright, that was not how I intended this post to go. I was going to write about how excited I was to pack everything and go through things and be able to get rid of what we don't need. I'm excited because all this stuff is suffocating. I'm motivated to sell stuff, give stuff away, throw stuff away. I even listed six things on craigslist today! Pretty proud of myself, because normally I would just ask Josh to do it. But, he's not here, and there's only so much I can do confined to the couch. (Its a very good thing I have such a comfortable couch.)
I am so looking forward to packing boxes, selling the things we don't need, and living simpler. Don't get me wrong, I think I have the cutest dining room table. And I'm very attached to my papasan chair. I'm not selling everything today. But I am getting rid of clutter. Someday, I'll sell it all. Someday, there will be an entire page on this blog titled 'Proceeds Towards Ministry in Italy." Someday. I do still have to live here after all.
For right now, we're mainly getting rid of books, clothes, and unused household items. Oh - and hopefully a dining room table.