I have reached a new level of realization that I need to reduce the amount of objects in my life. We have been in the new apartment since the twelfth; we slowly move stuff over and set it up, taking time to clean regularly and cook (I have been cooking!). We have been functioning in our lives without television, living room furniture, and a proper home office; some things we both miss, like having all the computers set up and having a place to relax in the evenings --I have this wonderful sectional couch that is like sitting in a cloud --but for the most part I have really become accustomed to having far fewer items in my living space and I have rather enjoyed it.
We are progressing nicely in the move, which means we have all the wonderful and oddly shaped things that make our home familiar now packed into less than half the space of our old place, and I'm getting rather claustrophobic about it all. I have always been the pack rat of the two of us. I save all manner of things, attaching silly importance and sentimental value to everything that enters my life. Partly I think because I grew up in poverty and rarely had anything "extra", and partly I think I'm just stupid.
Unfortunately, I go back to work May 1st and won't have much time to sort out the things we have and continue reducing. I don't do well with long-term projects when I have to split my energy among other tasks. If I could stay home for two months and focus on reducing, I could manage it very well. As it is, I have to return to the office and once again start devoting my energy to that function. There are so many daily habits that I want to change that I don't know how well I'll manage everything.