I don't really enjoy moving but I think I need to do it every so often. It's such a great opportunity to clean out the things in my life that I don't need. Moving helps me be ruthless where ordinarily I'm not. I can get rid of all of the extra stuff that I've kept around in case I need it someday: "Someday" is over, at least in this place.
I love how I feel as a result of the whole process. Those dishes I was given that I've never used and don't think I will? I finally have the motivation to get rid of them in spite of my guilt. Then they're gone, and I don't miss them. I actually feel better, lighter and freer. This helps me let go of other things hanging around in my life that I don't need... unfinished business, shame, things unsaid, weaknesses I've kept hidden. I drag those things out of the basement and I get a fresh start.
I guess because of this, I felt okay about leaving the town where I've lived for the past nine years. I have such special people there and I'm happy I can go back to visit, and I know there will be times when I miss this place terribly. On moving day though, I felt ready. It was time to clear out the ghosts and make room for something new.
