For the past week or so I have been "packing." And by "packing" I mean I say that I am going to sort through and organize everything I own, throw out the stuff I don't want, and put the rest into boxes. The key phrase here is the "I say that I am going to." Thus far, I have been incredibly unsuccessful. I keep finding things I would rather be doing. This is far worse than my procrasti-studying with excessive cleaning. At least then I was being productive. Now I am just doing things like writing in my blog and painting my toe nails.
I am not sure why I am putting it off for so long. I'm not sad to be moving or scared or anything. I think that it's just not the most fun thing in the world. This time last year I was getting ready to move to France, and two years ago I was getting ready to move out of my place in Toronto. A lot of people get sad or scared when it's time to move. They don't want to leave the friends and life they have built for themselves behind, or go somewhere new and different. These things don't bother me...maybe because I have moved so much in life and haven't had the same address for more than three or four years ever.
Moving around so much has taught me a lot. I know that I will stay in touch with the people in my life who are important and meaningful to me. These are the people that I don't say goodbye to, but rather tell them I am looking forward to the next time we see each other. I see moving to a new place where I don't know anyone as an adventure! I get to leave all the bad things about my past behind and only bring the good to my new life. It means there will be all new shops, restaurants, bars, and places to discover and new people to meet. I have never really formed strong emotional connections to people and don't have a problem leaving the old friends behind to make new ones. I normally meet people and make friends easily, so going someplace new alone doesn't scare me. It also give me some time to just be alone with me, which I do enjoy from time to time.
Moving is not the end to an old life, but the beginning of a new one.
I am not sure why I am putting it off for so long. I'm not sad to be moving or scared or anything. I think that it's just not the most fun thing in the world. This time last year I was getting ready to move to France, and two years ago I was getting ready to move out of my place in Toronto. A lot of people get sad or scared when it's time to move. They don't want to leave the friends and life they have built for themselves behind, or go somewhere new and different. These things don't bother me...maybe because I have moved so much in life and haven't had the same address for more than three or four years ever.
Moving around so much has taught me a lot. I know that I will stay in touch with the people in my life who are important and meaningful to me. These are the people that I don't say goodbye to, but rather tell them I am looking forward to the next time we see each other. I see moving to a new place where I don't know anyone as an adventure! I get to leave all the bad things about my past behind and only bring the good to my new life. It means there will be all new shops, restaurants, bars, and places to discover and new people to meet. I have never really formed strong emotional connections to people and don't have a problem leaving the old friends behind to make new ones. I normally meet people and make friends easily, so going someplace new alone doesn't scare me. It also give me some time to just be alone with me, which I do enjoy from time to time.
Moving is not the end to an old life, but the beginning of a new one.
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