Eye On the Prize
The finish line is getting closer
My Mother’s Day yesterday was packed with many things, so I’m just sitting down this evening to get a post going.
I’d like to say so much is happening - and it is, sort of - but it’s like the same thing night after night and honestly, I’m tired of the routine so I don’t see any reason to bore you all with it. The reality of selling or donating 90% of my worldly goods and trying to clear out this apartment while being very particular about what I am allowing myself to haul to the camper has morphed from the excitement of just a month ago to the equivalent of an endless session of Chinese water torture. Okay, I can’t really make that comparison because thankfully I have never been subjected to Chinese water torture and I’m sure what I’m feeling isn’t even close to how horrible that must be. Let’s just say that my current reality is made up of two worlds. The first is one in which I am thankful to have so much time to thoughtfully go through all of my stuff and make sure I’m not rushed. The second is one in which I worry that I will never reach the end of the seemingly limitless supply of junk I’ve managed to schlep around with me from home to home since before I left Mississippi and I’ll wake up one morning with the apartment still half-filled with crap and it’s the day before I have to turn in the keys.
I have been successfully avoiding the other stuff that goes with moving. You know, the “administrative” stuff like changing my address and voter registration, cutting off the utilities for the apartment and ensuring the internet at the camper is up and running. Folks, I have been through this routine so many times, you’d think I could do it in my sleep, which may actually be necessary if this “in-between” time doesn’t end soon.
I suppose the idea of selling off everything might be terrifying to most folks. I think maybe we tie our identity to those things that we possess whether it be a house or its contents. I will say that for me, selling off or donating so much has actually been quite freeing. Many of the things were leftovers from my life before my marriage blew up and I’m really okay with letting them go. I find that there is very little I am keeping. For those things that I am not, I have taken pictures, thanked the thing for the joy it’s brought me (channeling Marie Kondo here), and let them go to bring someone else joy. I found a local thrift store that gives their proceeds to the local Human Society, which is a cause near and dear to my heart.
I had set a goal of actually living in the camper by this next weekend, but I’m not sure that’s going to happen. I have had some personal things come up that I must attend to which will delay my “go live” date. At this point, it looks more like Memorial Day weekend will be when I stop “living” in my apartment and will start my new life in the camper.
Speaking of which, there are still a few things I need or would like for the camper. This may be really cheeky, but I’ve decided to compile a “Camper Warming List” on Amazon (I know, I know) and I’m posting it here in case any of you would like to contribute to this new start of mine. Most of the items are not glamorous (hello, Rhino Blaster), but they would definitely be used and appreciated. And if this whole appeal is cringe for you, then just ignore it. All good. You saw nothing...
Before I forget, the furnace in the camper is now working fine. Simple fix, really. Turns out there was air in the propane line to it. No maintenance call required. And now I know what to try if this happens again after transport.
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Feels like I’ve asked a lot of you today, so I’m done. Please know, I appreciate every comment, every like, and every time you take a moment from your busy lives to read my posts.
I’m off to count dust bunnies under my bed...
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