Six Days Later…

It’s already been six days since my first post! Oops.

I originally, in my mind, thought this was going to be a daily, if not every other day kind of deal, but that clearly did not work out. That just means I have more to write about in this post!

So much has happened in the past six days, I’m not surprised I haven’t had the mental energy to write again. I’ve been channeling all of my motivation into packing boxes because I’m moving to the Windy City in TWO DAYS. That’s right folks, two days from now I will be an official resident of Chicago. Chi-town. The citayyy.

But I’ve been running around like a crazy person, trying to fit in all of the things that I felt like I didn’t have time for when I was working full-time. How do real adults do it?? Honestly! I spent a solid three days cleaning, organizing, and boxing up all of my worldly possessions and I realized a few things:

  1. I have a LOT of stuff. Just stuff. Not even things that I use on a daily basis, just a lot of things. Some of it is pictures, old cards, keepsakes, etc. But a lot of it is STUFF. (more on stuff in a minute)
  2. I was (am) a wildly disorganized person. I think about 75% of my stress about moving stemmed from the fact that my aforementioned stuff was severely disorganized. I came up with a new mantra during my packing marathon. WWMKD. What would Marie Kondo do? This honestly saved my life and sanity a little bit. Instead of caving into the urge to just throw random things into boxes and making myself figure it out later, I took the time, money, and effort to organize my belongings into categorized boxes that will last.
  3. I’m scared and I’m moving out of my comfort zone. I consider myself to be confident, adventurous, and willing to try new things. However, when that involves moving away from the town that I’ve called home for the last 20-some years, my anxiety sets in. Since graduating high-school, I have wanted nothing more than to leave central Illinois and explore the world, my oyster. As fate would have it, I was not born into a financially advantageous situation, nor did I happen upon adequate wealth to fuel my dream adventure. So, I stayed in my home-town for another five years. I worked a lot. A lot, a lot. I went to school. I did what needed to be done but at long last, I am FREE.

Point number three may seem dramatic, I’m told I’ve had a flair for it my entire life but I don’t see it. I feel like this post got away from me a bit, but that’s what happens when you don’t brain dump anything for SIX DAYS. Ha.

In the last six days I have taken a round-trip train ride, gotten maybe a little too drunk on July 4th, gone to a wedding, visited old friends, made new friends, and re-painted an old desk. This is honestly the most productive and content I’ve felt in a while and I’m digging it. I had lunch with one of my favorite people today and not only did we eat delicious food, but I left her company feeling uplifted, empowered, and loved. For a period in my life, I never thought I would have a friend, let alone several friends that made me feel this way, and for that I am truly grateful.

Ugh. I’m going to call it quits on this post, but stay tuned for tomorrow’s post (hopefully) covering topics not mentioned in today’s post including but not limited to:

  • Exercise (or my current lack thereof)
  • Stuff and things
  • Mental health??
  • Food