Where did these come from??? ...

I absolutely hate moving!

OK, maybe that's just an irrational response to the actual word "moving", rather then the actual act of moving. I can remember the first time in my life that I moved. I was 7 years old and my father had been transferred from pastoring his church in Los Angeles to a tiny church in the farming community of Sanger, up in the central valley of CA. It wasn't so bad, most days he just took me fishing and the rest of the time we did gardening. Then we moved again when I was 10, then 12, then 14, and the worst was 6 high schools in 4 years ... not such a great thing.

So, I suppose you can see where my loathing of moving came from. But the actual reality is that since Jon and I have been married this will only be our 3rd move, not bad for 20 years.

And as for this next move to Golden Hill in San Diego, we are surprisingly ready to go. Everything is coming together, I think we are going to really be ready for the move day that's only 2 weeks away. Once it's all done, it will be awesome. I can't wait ... for so many reasons.

In preparation for this move, we've had to downsize and dump so much stuff.

So here's my advice; based on what I've learned from my "Purgefest";

Get rid of it. Clean it out. Empty the drawers. Dump the stuff you're hiding from, that you've been uselessly protecting, that you've been scared to let go because it makes you feel safe and more clearly defined as a human when, in fact, it's doing the exact opposite.

"De-cluttering" will make you feel lighter and healthier and good the minute you start ... with no wine or nudity involved, but I guess that couldn't hurt =)

Oh, and if anyone wants these vintage Avon perfume bottles I came across in a box (that I have no clue where they came from) just let me know.