It is pretty overwhelming to pack up your whole life and move. I know people do it all the time. Perla and I did it every year for the first 4 years of our marriage and I did it every year for the 8 years prior to that. But that is not what I am talking about. This is different.
When you move from one apartment to another, you can shove mostly everything into bags and boxes and know it will be free within the next week or two, back in its, albeit, new place. When you are preparing to move your family over 1500 miles for an entire year (or more - yeah, I hear that laughter), it's a whole new ballgame. What do I bring? What do I leave behind? What do I need? What can I do without? Minimalism is a necessity now, not just a style I thought I had. If I leave something behind and later discover I need it, I can't have it until someone comes to where I am and brings it with them. I can't just drive to the Super Walmart and pick up a new one, ya know.
Perla's done this before - not us, so we are discovering ourselves through our possessions. What is really important? When you're headed for the ends of the earth, not much. And if you think I'm exaggerating, you have not been to Haiti.
Then there's the 'left behind' group. This stuff we have accumulated over the years, we are now packing it all up and putting it in the attic. It's not ALL coming with us. And what do I pack up? Will I really care about that knick knack in a year? that picture? that shirt? will it even fit? (hope not) in a year?
Look at every item around you now. Every littlest item requires a decision. Every one.
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