Today I went with my family into town to look at an apartment that we -perhaps- wanted to move to instead of the one that we live in now. Now that came straight out of nowhere, right? We’ve only been in our current apartment for 1,5 years, so why would we want to move?
Well, we’re thinking ahead. Perhaps a bit too far ahead, but still. I want to live in the city when my kids are older, and while there’s really no rush, an opportunity presented itself and we went to see if it was something for us. It wasn’t. We’re not moving. But we will continue to be on the look-out.
One thing though. The thought of moving made me feel exhausted. It’s 1,5 years since I did it last time, and the amount of things that we now have are fewer. I thought I had done a good job to clear out stuff, but when push comes to shove, there are still way too much left. I see that now.
In 10 days my summer vacation is over for this year. I want to do a real thorough cleanse before that. I want to feel like if I was about to move in a month, I would not feel stressed out, but would be able to pick up my things and just leave. It’s time to get though.