I’ve spent the last couple of days moving to a new house. This is move #6 for me since I first came to KC (including when I first moved here, but not counting the FITN dorms)… and I’ve been here 3.5 years. Oy. But the good news is that I should not have to move again for a good while to come. My brain is a little fried right now and I have nothing remotely profound to say.
One thing I have been pondering, though, is how moving really makes one reevaluate what sort of stuff one has laying around. I apparently deluded myself into believing I’m not materialistic — and then I had to actually pick up every single thing I own and figure out what to do with it and why I even had it in the first place. It’s been giving me a renewed sense of zeal for the fasted lifestyle. Okay, so maybe it’s sort of a shallow reason, but I’ll take what I can get.
Now to figure out how to mount the shelves…
Photos to follow when everything’s set up.