Sorry, no, I'm not moving any time soon. That in itself will require a lot of decluttering. I was thinking more about how often I moved around in my 20s...graduating college, getting that first job, moving from one apartment to another, sometimes nearly every year...that's a lot of hauling stuff around. Schlepping, some might say.
Then combine all that stuff in boxes plus all the stuff that I left at my parent's, and you have some boxes I haven't sorted through in ages...and I mean college financial aid plan papers. Yikes. I frequently complain about my older relatives leaving way too much behind, but today I sat down with a box from my closet. Turns out I was a cluttery teen and 20-something, leaving blank scholarship applications mixed in with more important papers, like SAT scores. Transient lifestyles don't always leave us time to sit down and go through our papers because we're just focused on the next move, the next job, the next degree. But eventually it's time to throw out that car insurance bill from 2002. Yes, you will see me at another shred day this summer, a tiny bit humbler this time. As much as I criticize the hoarders from the Great Depression, I cannot cast the first stone like a neatnik could. Going through old papers is usually boring, but it feels good to consciously choose (mostly) valuable papers to haul away in the next move. Feels like moving forward in small way.
