Many Boxes

Last night, Robert and I bought a bunch of moving boxes (40+) for $50 from someone on Craigslist, a very sweet deal. The six wardrobe boxes alone would retail for more than that; the cheapest I have seen new is $8 per box. I don't know that I will need all of these boxes, but since Robert is moving also (to a smaller apartment closer to his job here in Austin if not NC immediately), I think it's a reasonable number.

Now most of the living room floor is covered with this huge stack of (broken-down) boxes. All I need is some bubblewrap and more boxing tape. I historically have hated packing, but it's been easier to think about and get started on this time; I suspect that the rush I'm getting from purging as I go has been a major motivator/reward. It's interesting that I have not experienced this merely as a sense of satisfaction driven by pragmatic concerns ("oh good, that's another set of stuff I won't have to deal with again in NC") but also the emotional state encapsulated in all those metaphors about lightness and freedom.

We'll see how I feel about it 20-something boxes from now.