I have officially moved the majority of my belongings into
storage. Now, I have a few pieces of furniture that I either plan to sell or
donate to the local Goodwill. My body definitely feels the strain of it being
that I moved things all by my lonesome. Which truth be told, I didn’t mind as
much as I originally planned. Maybe it was the exercise that I knew I was
getting or the fact that hauling my things out of my condo into a storage unit
finally cemented in my mind that this was indeed going to happen. I am moving
from this place – if only for a year – and I’m going to fully live my life.
Even though, this lease is only for a year knowing that I
don’t have to live at my condo for that time frame makes me so happy. You have
NO idea how much so. My goal is to eventually sell my property but being that
it hasn’t happened yet, I don’t mind having someone else stay there as long as
I don’t have too.
I went through all of my stuff. Various clothes I no longer
wear, knick knacks in various places that I’m not sure why I bought were all
carefully bundled up and hauled off to the Goodwill. I really think that I want
to be as free as possible. I don’t want to be tied down to anything – except
the house, because I can’t be rid of it – I really just want to leave with the
clothes on my back and leave the rest up to God, luck and chance.
Of course, I won’t do that. At least, not yet but give me
time. I still have to minimize my debt, pay some people back and save, save,
save! I’m so ready to be on the move this time. I can’t wait to see the world,
start designing with materials that I acquire from places outside of Georgia
and being the person that I really want to be.
I’m scared, yes. Hell, even at times I still think I’m doing
the wrong thing because even though I am going back to school, I’m still
conditioned to think that I should want to be settled down right now.
I tried to be “settled”. Settled isn’t working for me right
now and I’m ready to go out and see things that have piqued my interest before
I finished college. Pushing the thoughts away didn’t work; trying to find
happiness in solace in other things in order to not listen to my gut did not
work; so really, I’m done with trying.
It's time to live. :)