The joy of purging

The desk. 7 years ago.

The desk. 7 years ago.

Clutter makes me claustrophobic. I get anxious and moody and want to throw everything out. I didn’t grow up in a home where we had knick knacks and collectibles all over the place. Sure, we had a few, but they were always well-placed. And, moving 5 times over the past 5 years has really taught me how to live with less and less…’stuff.’

Each time we moved, I would do a MAJOR purge — donating whatever we no longer wanted (clothes, small pieces of furniture, baby gear, etc.) or tossing what I deemed to be in too poor condition that it would be insulting to donate. I choose to donate for the obvious reason of paying it forward and helping others — but also because garage sales are a lot of work and I absolutely cannot haggle in person over something I want to get rid of in the first place.

The desk today. Plus a child. Yes, that’s the same dog!

The desk today. Plus a child. Yes, that’s the same dog!

I find purging to be extremely cathartic. It allows me to really see what I have, and what I don’t need. It’s like starting over with a clean slate. I regularly do this with clothes and accessories — if I haven’t worn something in the last 6 months, I either sell (on Poshmark — haggling online is much easier) or donate. This was especially therapeutic to do after becoming a mom, since my wardrobe changed, and I suddenly wasn’t wearing statement necklaces anymore. Is anyone?

Anyway, today — as I started preparing and packing for our next move, I went down my list of what we wouldn’t need and what was on its last leg. I decided to say goodbye to a desk I used to write at, but had become a sort of console table in our bedroom, holding books and a fake succulent. I had painted this desk from a horrid red/gold bird and forest design to a blue-gray and I should have added a protective coat on the top because there are some stains and water marks from I don’t even know what. So, while it’s fixable — I just feel like it’s time to give her a new home.

I exclusively donate to our Veterans, so I know she’ll be in good hands.

So much newness


Moving away from the only place you’ve called ‘home’ at the age of 31 has its challenges. You don’t even realize how much work goes into settling into a new state/area until you have to actually do it.  And, I have done it three times since then.

You need a new:
Primary Care Doctor
Closest ER/Hospital
Closest Emergency Animal Hospital
Hair Stylist
Eye Doctor
Dog Groomer

And that’s just (some of - I’m sure I’ve missed something) the important stuff. For me, it took a few first visits with doctors until I found one I liked, and once I did alllll of that and got us settled, I had to do it again. And then again. At least for this next move, I’ll have some familiarity of who to get established with and where some things are.

(SN: Don’t you think it’s crazy the ONLY 24hr emergency animal hospital is in Latham? That’s so far for folks who live in East Greenbush, Bethlehem, etc. especially during a stressful situation with a fur baby)

So, if we’re connected on Facebook (why wouldn’t we be?!) and you live in the Capital Region, I’m sure I’ll be asking for some suggestions (especially for things like a hair stylist, good manicure, etc.) as our moving date gets closer. It’s literally just 3 weeks, now!