You would think I would be used to moving and changing everything about my life about now. Boy are you wrong. I hate everything associated with change. It gives me anxiety. I like being comfortable and in a state of mind that I have gotten used to. There is also the part of me that likes the thought of moving, changing, and going to do something else because it is also something I got used to over the years.
Since I was 19 years old, I have moved 14 times. That is right…14 times in 11 years. You are probably wondering why I would move so much, but if you have been a long-time reader here you would know off the bat. For those who are new I will break it down for you. I was in the Army for 8 years and went to 3 duty stations (technically 5 if you count training), deployed 3 times, and did not go back to the same place twice due to getting out of leasing contracts or moving in with friends. It is just something you come accustomed to when you sign up. You will move every 2 to 4 years and along the way your rental or home address changes several times.
Over the years I have accumulated a lot of stuff. Cameras, clothes, furniture. Just stuff that I kept taking with me from place to place because it was easier to take with me (despite sometimes not having the room) instead of making the conscious decision to get rid of it. Well with this new chapter in my life, I decided to get rid of a lot of stuff. Kitchen stuff. Clothes stuff. Furniture stuff. Just anything I didn’t want anymore, got thrown into a pile and was either sold, given to Goodwill for donation, or just left at #thisoldhouse. Will I be sad that I got rid of it, yeah especially the stuff that I have had for so long, but I either didn’t use it or I just didn’t need it anymore. I needed to downsize. I needed to get rid of the stuff that didn’t make me happy. No, I am not going on a decluttering binge and I am not going to tell you my experience with decluttering because I still have a lot of stuff. But in all honesty, I kept a lot of stuff that had good and bad memories attached to it and I really didn’t need to deal with it anymore.
So, for two months or so I will be living off a few things and staying with my mom. Then it is off to Fort Worth to start a new life, in a new city, and a new career possibility. It is scary, and it gives me a lot of anxiety, but it is something I have been working towards for 13 years. Pre-Army Michele is finally getting her dream of being an academic and studying something she loves. Army Michele is happy she is able to give her younger self her dream. This is the dream for a lot of people and I have been blessed to be able to pursue it without taking out loans to achieve it. I owe it to the government, but I am glad that I made the decision when I was 19 years old, because who knows what step I would be in if I hadn’t.
Now it is off to get my summer in check and see what I can do about the blog and my business.