What a weekend! On Friday I told the story of moving into my new place. Well, it isn't so much to move in to the new place, but it's a whole different story actually moving the stuff over.
Friday night my friend from Vancouver, Rob, landed and I picked him up. The next day we went to my old place and started an activity that I estimated would take a couple hours. This activity was packing up ALL of my stuff and moving it to the new place. A UHaul was was rented and then the game of boxing began. A television, bed, cabinets, and boxes I did not know I had were all things that had to be packed. Truly, these boxes had not been opened since my most recent move of June of 2003.
This task would have been impossible without Rob as truly the amount of stuff was mind boggling and the extra man power helped out immensely.
So, I thought it would have taken a couple hours... turns out we unloaded the UHaul at the new place almost 8 hours from the point that we began.
Well, it isn't so much to get stuff unloaded, but then it has to be unpacked. This lasted for another four hours and I went through the stuff that was packed from my room eight years ago. I found a lot of stuff that I had been looking for years for, but I also found a lot of stuff that evoked memories that were long dealt with. Right now I can't think of an individual item, and there were too many to mention, but it was like being taken back eight years.
I opened box after box and I made a choice. A new place, as my dad said on Thursday, was a step for a new stage of my life. I had to move on, and with that choice made I began the "chucking" process. I went into express mode and relived the memories, but unless something had significant value I simply "chucked" the item, whether it was a book or small toy from 1986, into a trash box.
Rob was watching this, and I think he somehow was enjoying watching this process, and told me that he was, "amazed" that I was doing this. He's read my book, or at least a part of it, and my blog, or at least some of it, and he knows how good my memory is and what small things represent as I talk about it often. That being so, he stated that he was impressed.
On Sunday my dad came to pick up the items I were purging from my life and I could tell he was impressed to. Also, I showed him the way I laid out my television and other rooms and it was odd saying that this new place, "is home".
I'm sure this isn't the last blog post on this as there are so many elements of living on one's own that I haven't dealt with yet. I am going to have to learn how to cook things (any advice on easy stuff?), clean, and just overall keeping the place without making it look like a hurricane blew through.
Also, today, please help me out on the Monsanto Grow Saint Louis contest that is going on. All you've got to do is vote, click here to do so and you can vote 100 times a day per e-mail address. There's no reason why we can't get into the top 3 and those founds will help further autism understanding and awareness. Thanks for voting in advance!