I sold a pile of belongings this weekend. My first garage sale of my own had to be held in my front rooms, since I have no garage available to fill with tables. It's very nice to have less stuff. Everything is in my 5'x7' storage unit in my basement
(it's not even full). The strangest thing was when I bagged up my orange bike and stuck it in there. It just felt final.
I woke up this morning in my down mummy bag on Aaron's old mattress in the living room and thought, I'm really moving to New Zealand. As if the empty house wasn't sign enough before the sleeping bag. By the way, the sleeping bag is awesome in the house.
Only 3 more days in my house... strange. I brought in the recycling bins for the last time.
It's cold and raining here.