Moving is always fun. Or something.
I would love – LOOOVE – to be able to fit all my stuff in one car trip, the only problem with that is that in order to do so, I'd need to throw away somewhere close to 95% of my stuff. But I'm trying hard. I have a bike to sell, a dresser to pass off on to someone else, a desk to throw away, another desk to possibly sell or just trash, one bookshelf I don't need, and a bunch of other "stuff." Stuff. I keep looking at it and wondering when I decided it was a good idea to bring this "stuff" into my life, but more importantly, why a part of me resists so strongly the idea of throwing it away.
I figure that currently I have 4 trips worth of stuff. I'm working hard to get that down to 2. And hopefully for then next move, I can achieve my ultimate goal of a one-car move. I definitely don't want to clutter up the amazing-sounding toy factory apartment with, well, clutter.
Oh yeah, and I hate my bed. It has to stay with me for this move, but when the next one comes around, that beast is filling up a dumpster somewhere.