I moved out of my apartment on Wednesday. But, before
Wednesday I had to organize, and organize, and organize. My apartment was full
of furniture, clothes and other knick-knacks collected since college. I was
amazed with how much “stuff” I accumulated over the last 8 years since graduate
school. For me, moving feels like a cathartic experience. With each item, I
asked myself, “Do I need this? If not, who can use it?” That’s how I organized
all the things in my apartment. I was lucky to have been fairly successful with
craigslist. Most of my furniture—with the exception of my 5-piece kitchen table
set was sold. My closets were cleaned and 7 bags of clothing and my kitchen
items were boxed and given to Housing works (a non-profit that helps
rehabilitate AIDS/HIV New Yorkers.) I had clothes nearly 10-years-old hanging
in closets. It was time to give those to others in need.
The previous weekend, NE booked a round-trip train ticket from
DC to help me on Saturday and Sunday organize and pack the 8 medium-sized boxes
of memorabilia I couldn’t take with me to Nairobi. CC dedicated her weekend to
help me pack my suitcases and conquer the remaining things in apartment. Once
everything was boxed and labeled, the last task was organizing the only items
I’d be using for my relocation–my two large suitcases. What would I do without
my amazing friends? I don’t think I could have done it without them.
