Moving evokes such contradictory feelings: on the one hand, I feel overwhelmed by all the stuff I’ve accumulated and the prospect of packing it. On the other hand I feel lighter already, because I know I’m going to get rid of a lot of crap I hardly even see anymore because I’m so used to it. I can have a piece of furniture in an awkward space because there’s nowhere else for it to go, but after tripping over it 500 times, I almost don’t even notice that it’s aggravating me. Stuff hangs unworn in the closet year after year, somehow surviving my regular purges for the Sally Ann, but it’s not until now that I’m ready to let it go. I’m really looking at my stuff with a critical eye right now.
Today I sold the aquarium and all the accumulated aquarium paraphenalia. A sweet young couple bought about $500 worth of fish, tanks, plants and equipment for $75, and saved me the trouble of moving it. I was sad to see my fishies go (that surprised me) but happy that they’re going to a good home. And happier yet that I’ve been relieved of my oppressive dread of moving the tank. Goodbye twenty-two fishies named Elizabeth, goodbye fish named Katherine!
If any of you in Ottawa can recommend good, reasonably priced movers, I’d appreciate it.