I've found fantastic place in Washington, and have a planned moving date. The next few months are going to be hectic as I finish up at my current job and organize my things to sell, donate, and pack. I've started going through the bins in my closet, consolidating old artwork and tossing super old sketchbooks that are collecting dust. I finally took down all of my ribbons and awards from years of showing, packing them away into two bins. Most of my books and DVDs are already packed into boxes. And it's really strange.
When I moved to Colgate, I left whatever I didn't need at home. I didn't really bother to clean out my closet or bedroom. I didn't need to take everything with me--I even mailed unneeded items home. This time, I'm leaving very little at my parents' house. Everything is being packed up into boxes. What doesn't fit in my car will be loaded onto a moving truck. My life is being condensed into boxes and bins that will be shipped half-way across the country. And, I want to take with me as little clutter as possible. I thought I would feel sad letting go of so much of my past, but I don't. I feel lighter and freer. I can start new life with new ambitions, artwork, and collections. Sometimes it's easier to hold on to everything, but when the bins are stuffed and all of the shelves full, there's no room for anything new. And that's what this move is really all about. This adventure to Washington is the next step in my academic and professional career. I can't carry the clutter any longer. Realizing this, I feel nothing but hope for the future.