Ok, so I made it to Florida. It was a 26 hour drive, with a jam packed car and 3 cats. I will NEVER. DO. IT. AGAIN.
It's indescribable how exhausted I am!
But the good news... I did it! I've gotten rid of everything except what would fit in my car and I'll probably go through it all again before the flight to London.
It's really strange thinking I'm never going to drive on the road I take to work again, or walk to get the mail and say hello to my neighbor, or pop over to a friends for an episode of The Real Housewives and a drink... It's probably good that I was SO stressed leading up to the move that I didn't really have time to feel sad.
Overall, I feel really good about getting rid of everything. Most of my things went to my friends who just had a new baby and are struggling to make ends meet, so I really like that they got my things. My friends said it was "like christmas". It's a good feeling!
Now I get to start all over. This experience has definitely helped me look at buying 'stuff' in a whole new way. At the end of the day, its just things. I still have the memories. I'm really happy with everything (even though right now I can barely move!).
And for the next few weeks... its going to be beach time!!
You know what's the weirdest feeling in the world? The next day. You wake up, and all the most important items in your purse -- your keys, your work ID, your Blue Cross card, the money in your wallet -- mean nothing. No meaning and no value. It all belongs to another time and another place.
That is weird! I'll have to prepare myself for that.