Let me start this by saying I have now discovered Dante’s 10th circle of hell. It’s for people who try to move to big cities. In this circle, all you have to do is find an apartment without going over budget or living in Siberia. Ha. And do it in under a week. Ha Ha.
I had the lucky chance to explore this circle firsthand last week. At one point, I almost had a panic attack over not being able to find somewhere. I was literally walking in a circle around Dupont Circle. I felt like Dorothy going to the Land of Oz, I was definitely not in Kansas anymore either. Apparently ceiling fans and AC are options in Washington, D.C. and apartment complexes don’t come with pools. In sunny Florida, all of these are standard. You don’t even have to ask about them.
Plus, I had to take into account things that had never made me think twice before. Like could I easily walk to the grocery store or CVS or a bus stop in the winter, uphill both ways? Also Publix isn’t in D.C., ugh. It is a different way of life compared to my car reliant life down here. Crazy. But also super exciting. Don’t get me wrong, I am so excited to be living in D.C., but am cautiously worried about adjusting to a new way of living.
I think I found a place. Fingers crossed. Knocking on wood. It is certainly a WEE BIT smaller than what I had before in the good ole’ Florida sun. The lack of space is quite daunting for someone like me (read: Mary Poppins but my house is my carpet bag). I have just about everything I could need for a bunch for 15, or a year’s worth of crafting supplies stored in assorted boxes and bags.
This place does not have the space for me and all my crafting gizmos. I am having to make some tough choices. Scratch that, they aren’t that tough. Really. I have just decided to get rid of everything I don’t love. When it comes down to it, there are some things that I just thought “oh this will work”. Or it’s cheap, so what if I don’t love it. Well not any more. I am getting rid of all of it. It feels so good. I feel like I am suddenly more aware of my own style. I can see that I love modern looking vintage pieces (if that makes any bit of sense). Things I fell in love with 3 years ago as an undergrad no longer reflect what I want, so out with the old (and maybe in with the new? Pesky budgets..). My mother came up with the brilliant idea to have a garage sale at the end of the summer. Hopefully, I will be able to recoup some money spent on all of these no longer loved pieces.
Not only have I been editing décor items but also clothing as well. Inspired by The 100 List and my future diminutive closet size, I have been ruthlessly editing my clothing to only what I love as well. I don’t have space or hangers to waste on things that don’t make me feel 100%. And frankly, what’s the point in owning something that you don’t feel fabulous? It is so hard to edit out things, I must admit. I have put everything in a box that I think I should get rid of and if I don’t touch them in the next six months, then out they go! I feel this makes my separation anxiety feel less strong.
Any advice on editing down to the bare essentials? Mind you, it will be a cold day in H-E-double hockey sticks before I give up my 16 champagne glasses and matching dessert plates. Everything in moderation, even moderation.