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Life of late

One last frigid glimpse of my beloved Connelly. Burrh!
One last frigid glimpse of my beloved Connelly. Burrh!
The Shrek float.
The Shrek float.
My favorite float. Who can resist an enormous skull with a nasty habit? I sure can’t!
My favorite float. Who can resist an enormous skull with a nasty habit? I sure can’t!

It’s been a hectic few days but I did find the time between moving back and forth to enjoy Kingston’s St. Paddy’s Day parade which is held just a mere hop, skip, and a jump from Connelly. Some friends came over beforehand to cook me brunch and we made the most of my apartment’s minimal furnishings. Then it was off to enjoy the festivities. It was a cold day, but people came out in droves to celebrate. Admittedly, I was a bit tired so I cut out early to take a nap. Pretty lame, I know. The days leading up to this were all about packing, moving everything by myself (including a queen-size bed), renting a cargo van, hitting a deer with the rental, Petunia hyperventilating the entire seven hour trip because she was terrified of riding in the van, trying to find someone to sublet my place (easier said than done), saying goodbyes…the usual craziness.

Life of late has been all about letting go, looking forward and wanting to sleep all the freakin’ time. Nevertheless, I’m really excited to be returning home for a little while. It’ll be great to see all my old friends and play Auntie Jaime to their little munchkins. I’m also pondering my plans post-Yellowstone. So many options. Last night, I convinced myself that I was going to boondock across the country in a stealth van. The pluses of that plan outweigh the minuses but we shall see… If this sounds up your alley, you definitely have to check out Nomadic Fanatic on Youtube. That dude is my hero! Last night I was up until 4 am watching his videos. Yikes!

Packed and stacked, especially in the back! (Name that tune.) If there’s one thing in life I excel at, it’s most certainly packing.
Packed and stacked, especially in the back! (Name that tune.) If there’s one thing in life that I excel at, it’s without a doubt packing.
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My Hurtin’ Unit

 

wpid-IMG_20130603_183357.jpgwpid-IMG_20130603_183349.jpgwpid-IMG_20130603_183345.jpgWell there’s a first for everything. This is my first storage unit. It’s my very own 10 ‘ x 10’ tiny home. My parents must be so proud. Where does your daughter live? Ugh…in D37 at Affordable Self Storage in Kingston. Not really impressive for a soon-to-be 37-year old spinster. On the bright side, I’ve always wanted a tiny home. I guess the old adage of be careful what you wish for is in order here. As you can see, I don’t own much and after this moving experience I can definitely say that I would like to have even less. There are a multitude benefits to being a minimalist. Certainly not having to lug a bunch of useless crap from place to place is the most obvious benefit. More than anything though, I can attest to feeling like a million bucks ever since I closed the door of that unit yesterday. My stuff and my apartment was a weight I didn’t even know I was carrying. Now I’m on the road with only the essentials and I’m feeling much lighter (sadly only in mind, not body. Oh well, can’t win them all.).

Major props to Ling Ling (my mom) and Carrie for helping me move in 90 degree heat. (What kind of evil beast makes their adorable senior-citizen mother move their furniture in crippling heat? Seriously. That’s just wack!) Saying that it was miserable would be a gross understatement. The beers certainly helped though.