I am totally dreading this upcoming move. I have lived in my apartment for almost ten years and, as a pack rat, have way too much stuff.

When my Dad moved here after my mother died, I got some furniture that was in our family home, particularly the dining room table and chairs and hutch.  When Dad moved from HIS apartment into as assisted living facility, I got HIS dining room table and chairs, and several dressers. When he passed away, I got his bed (which was practically brand new) and the recliner, a TV, VCR and a bunch of other stuff, like skis and things.

I gave away the electronics, but the rest of the stuff is in either in my storage locker or piled up with all of TIM’S extra stuff near the locker.

Inside the locker are camping gear that I never use and boxes and boxes of books. I know I should go through it all, have a yard sale and give the rest to Goodwill.  And I know we will get around to it. This is when being a procrastinator will come back to haunt me.

I wish the moving fairy would wave her magic wand and POOF I’m living on the West Side.

It doesn’t work that way, does it?