When life throws you lemons...throw them back!

So we are in the process of up rooting our lives, which is always uncomfortable. No matter how many times you may make a move it never gets easier. Packing aspects of your life into a box, throwing other parts away, its emotional on many levels. You feel a sense of relief but a sense of loss as well.

Needless to say I have been a tad more emotional than usual lately because of our move. I every time I have to go through my things and pair down, it gets more difficult. Mainly cause I am making a concious effort not to have a lot of stuff to begin with so the things that I really want are things that have a lot of meaning to them.

Since merging my life with someone else's who happens to be a closet pack rat, I am finding that I have little patience for a lot of needless things. A few weeks ago, we finally cleaned out our storage closet. Now I came here with literally fitting all my stuff into 2 feet of space on the back of a freight truck, and then when it arrived it was shoved into a mini van. Just to give you a visual of how much is actually mine. Our storage closet was filled! I have been asking Paul to go through his stuff since I arrived here a year and half ago. I have this teenie tiny little clothes closet he has the gigantic closet for all his shirts, where he only wears maybe 10 of the 30. I was absolutely shocked at what was in our storage closet. He would only part with some of it. Hidden in the back of his clothes closet, is stacks of boxes of baseball cards and Magic the gathering cards, which he doesn't play anymore, but wants to keep just incase. Incase of what I couldn't tell you. Maybe if we lose heat we can use them to start a fire..who knows..

Then he sees my box of tree ornaments that I have paired down cause they were my mothers and there are some that have a real sentimental value to them; he wanted to go through them again. I quickly put a squash to that idea. I came here with nothing and what I came with I am keeping. I have been packing and trying to get things organized so that all we really had to do was give this place a great cleaning and load up the truck come moving day, which will be a big chore. Everytime I ask him to do his share, I get "I will do it later..", so far it has been three weeks and nothing has been done. I am all for procrastinating, but there comes a time you just need to do it! Truthfully his clutter/crap causes a lot of my anxiety about this move. Like where we are going to put it all! We rented a 17 foot moving truck, and he is worried its not going to be big enough! I agree we did acquire some real furniture like a small kitchen table and tall tv cabinet, but if you think you can't fit your stuff into 17 feet of space, you really need to pair down! When I do laundry I try to throw away some really stained white t shirts cause he has like 20 of those he doesn't need the stained ones, as well as the underwear with holes in them, and so far he hasn't really noticed, but the other shirts I swear he takes inventory of them. If one gets out of his sight, even though he has not warn it in years, he will notice! Freak.

What do you do with a procrastinating pack rat?! Thank you for letting me vent....