I arrived at this place in 2010 with the following cast-offs from my mom: a good 3 x 3 wooden kitchen table and two chairs, a computer table on wheels, a 3-drawer supply table on wheels, a night-side table, a foam chair that folded out into my bed for a couple of weeks, a 1990 microwave oven. Plus maybe 4 boxes of personal papers, 4 boxes of books, a few boxes of dishes and random personal items. And a 1990s TV that I bought from craigslist for $20. My mom and I moved all of this ourselves in one morning, except for the kitchen table, which my brother did for us.
Since then, here's what I've accumulated:
- bed/box-springs/metal frame (ordered new online, delivered)
- three 6-ft bookcases (2 from a used furniture store that my brother delivered, 1 found by my apt. dumpster)
- a 5-ft bookcase (craigslist person who delivered)
- small bookcase (used furniture store, brother delivered)
- nice Crate-and-Barrel chair (used furniture store, brother delivered)
- small round wooden table with eaves (alley behind my apt. building)
- light chair (by my apt. dumpster)
- etagere (from an apt. neighbor selling off her stuff)
- wooden DVD case (craigslist person who delivered)
- 500-CD holder (by my apt. dumpster)
- over 500 books
- over 400 CDs
While packing this evening, I flashed back to the days of college and the decade after, when I used to move practically every year, with just a carload of friends and a pickup to help! Moving and helping people move was kind of a constant up until I was about 35! And there was still a bit of excitement about the whole process: "What will my 'next' place/life be like??" Now, approaching 50, though, and having been there many times before, said "process" is already, in its early stages, quite tedious and a bit depressing, despite the accompanying anticipation of a much larger place in a neighborhood I'm looking forward to being in. I was hoping the "anticipation" would have been a lot greater than it currently is.