I love moving! It’s so cathartic – you wind up shedding an old home for a new one, like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly. Sure there are a lot of things I bring with me when I move to a new spot, but there’s also a lot of junk that you can throw away.
I’m not a rat packer, meaning that I don’t like to be held back by stuff. I like having a few dear things, and when I accumulate junk, I like to throw it away. That’s why moving is so great for me. It really gives me a chance to dispose of what I don’t need, and you can read that last sentence as more than just a literal disposal of junk.
My last roommate was a real jerk. He always asked me to turn down my music – and it wasn’t even loud -and was weird with people coming over. Needless to say, I was glad to leave. And it was great to dispose of all of those feelings of anger and disappointment with my living condition to begin anew. I’m not trying to convince you that the grass is always greener on the other side, but man, every once in a while, it’s good to try some different grass. 