Accountant In Training

The last week has been very long, but good. I took my finals and finished school last Tuesday night, and began packing promptly after work on Wednesday. Nothing like waiting until three days before you move to start packing. Michael worked hard all week, and I worked in the evenings after work, and we managed to get everything ready for the move on Saturday. Friday we came and signed everything and officially took possession of our new home.

We started moving bright and early Saturday morning, and thanks to all of the people that helped, it went pretty smoothly and quickly. By lunchtime everything was unloaded, and we had the rest of the day to work on making sense of the mess. Luckily, my mom stayed and helped me out with the kitchen and bathroom, and we were able to get all of that unpacked, and get a few boxes out of the way. As of now, pretty much everything has a place, and for the most part, we know where that is. Moving to a smaller place, we had to get rid of a lot of stuff, and are getting rid of even more now that we are here. It feels good, though, to get rid of stuff. It's funny, that you think that you're not attached to your stuff, but when you move, you spend days or weeks packing it, carefully wrapping it lest anything should break or get scratched, and then spend days unpacking it, looking for the perfect place to squeeze everything in. While I don't feel like I'm attached to possessions, there are obviously still a lot of things that I "need." It has been very good for us to move to a smaller place and be forced to get rid of things. When we moved to a four bedroom place we felt the need to fill it up, and now that we're leaving that, we realize all of the money that we have spent over the years filling the space. Anyways, that's what moving does to me. It forces me to think about possessions, and look at my attachment to them a little more closely.

We do love our new place, though. Maybe soon one of us will post some pictures. It's amazing how fast this place has felt like home. We've been here two days, and it already feels that way. I went back to the house after work today to get a few things and clean up a little bit, and it didn't feel like home anymore. I didn't feel any sadness. Moving here seems right and good. Even though we haven't sold the house yet, it already feels like a load has been lifted off just moving out of it. I guess that's step one, step two is to sell it, hopefully soon.

Here I've rambled on. I think that I'm done now. I am going to go sit on the balcony and read a book and watch the sunset.