Giving it all away

I wrote a post a while back where I commented on how I had more stuff to give away than many people had at all. That's still totally true. My excess would not necessarily have me featured in an intervention episode on Oprah, but it was stealing from me in tiny ways that I didn't realize until I moved. In the period between the removal of all but the essentials from one place and my arrival here, I was really in great spirits and felt that the world was limitless. The moment all that crap came flooding back into my life, it was a tether. A tether to this apartment, a tether to all the extraneous possessions that had to find a place in my life here and more importantly, a place in my significantly downsized surroundings.

Of all the determinations I had at the start of the year, I've probably been the most consistent with my determination to pare down. The move (which was also a determination--I'm not doing so bad!), has been helpful in this regard. I've been down on myself of late, feeling that I moved, hopeful and excited, into a bustling city with tons to do, great places to eat and managed still to replicate my existence from D.C. to here in less than a month. Wake, feed dog, walk dog, pick up dog poop, prevent dog from fighting with or mounting passing dogs, go to work, go home, feed dog, walk dog, pick up dog poop, prevent dog from fighting with or mounting passing dogs, eat something, play on computer, go to sleep late. Lather, rinse, repeat.

So I'm challenging myself to find something fun to do tonight--preferably free, as the move has also pared down my spending since the bank is still expecting money for my vacant house and the people here, nice as they are, did not warm to the idea of allowing me to live here for free. Wish me luck.