So like I mentioned recently, this is happening.
I’m moving in about one month, and to say I’m excited would be such an understatement. I loved my first little apartment so much, until… I didn’t.
And that beautiful apartment up there is going to be all mine. Did I mention there’s a balcony? And a washing machine? I swoon.
But before I can get to that, I have to get through this…
I don’t know if I’ve ever posted such honest photos of my apartment-three-years-later. But there it is.
I am a pack rat. And an excitable ex-vegetarian foodie – turned – potential food hoarder.
But I’ve made progress so far. Like these 6 boxes I threw out after clearing one shelf in the pantry.
And these dishes, which were just the first of probably three rounds so far this week.
There’s still more to go. My landlady is being nice, and (I think) letting me out of my contract 1/2 a month early. So that means the apartment needs to be showroom ready by this weekend. A very relaxed, easy-going showroom. But not at all the do-whatever-I-want-with-it, I’m-living-solo-and-flying-free nest it’s become.
Tonight I went through my bathroom closet. This was the discard pile.
But here, on the left, is the keep pile.
What can I say? Change is a process. ;)
This is intense, guys. But I am so stoked for what I get after this crazy few weeks of sorting out and organizing and unsentimentally throwing out all I possibly can. I’ve wanted to jump into a little spring cleaning, so I guess this is just the bigger push I needed.
Hello, dishwasher. And central air. And new carpet.
And three-prong outlets.