One more cup of coffee...

and by golly, it will feel like home! Two cups today :) the last of the Ethiopian from Sunnyside Up, there's just nothing in the world like it (even a month later, it's wonderful). I'm on a crazy buzz and there's nothing to be done about it. I've unpacked all I can. All three of our dishes are clean. I'm in desperate need of a hammer and nails, to complete the super-diana-takeover of the space! And that super jumbo pack of 25 second batteries my parents donated to my cause, so I can document my madness.
I'm still on a quest for my cherry dishes... Susan vaguely remembers me stashing them, she thinks in the laundry room, behind the six boxes of goodwill donations I've stacked in front of the shelving unit!! So today at the old house ;) I'll be directing schtuff to be moved to the garage for yard sale organization, collecting some more *must haves* and preparing for truckage for the big things.
I'm shocked and saddened by the mass amount of *think about later* belongings we've schlepped with us over the last few years. My packrattishness has gotten worse since the advent of parenting. Oh, I've had it in me, it's genetic. Goodness, Mitch and I moved here in one of those teeny-tiny u-haul trailers. How did our *must haves* explode like this? I had no idea how hard it would be to get rid of anyone else's stuff. Mitch is down to a cardboard box in the closet. Pictures, tee shirts, softball gear, grass stained lawn-mowing tennis shoes and his steel-toed boots. What will I keep in Hannah's box? How does one feng shui memories? Worse, how do I part from the toys Hayden hasn't looked at in years and I just know he'll want to play with them the tomorrow after I ditch them? There is joy in the discovery.
Sorting is cathartic. Purging is cathartic. Mindful of the process is cathartic. Bodhicitta.