Actually, I'm sick to death of moving and during the last three moves I swore to myself that I was never doing it again.
This time it's going to be really great, and once I get past the stress of getting things from one end to another, I'm excited about the change in routine. For one, I'm going back to having roommates! The cabin was super fun and having alone time is a necessity for my well-being, but shared expenses is also a good thing.
And another great thing about the new place- a muddy creek in my backyard to explore! When this rainy weather dies down a bit, I'm going to see how far back that creek goes (made it almost a mile up, but zigzagging the banks got a little slippery).
It's been an intense couple of months- full of work, including two new jobs, a complete overhaul in my regular routine, lots of amazing new people in my life, and cleaning out closets and shaking out rugs as I prepared to move.
I am out of the old place, the old place is clean, the bills have been paid, and I have some closure. The new place is slowly getting unpacked and I'm reevaluating the mass of things I've collected over the years and thought to be important. This is one of my problems. I hold onto things far too long and have emotional meltdowns when t-shirts become too holey to wear or when something needs to be thrown out.
A friend told me what is so harmful about holding onto things is you don't make the space to let new things in. That motivated me to get rid of three bags of old clothes, burn some sage to get a fresh start in my room, and throw out old photographs and junk that was weighing me down. I have a ways to go, but I'm making tremendous progress.
I'm letting it go. Bring on the new. I'm ready.