Moving days are the worst.

Not just because you have to carry heavy things and thing so much about the tiniest details, like "Will I need soap there?" , "What will I hang my towels on?".

But they are so materialistic, other than Christmas they are the one day that all you think about is your stuff. How much or how little of it you have.

I'm minimizing. Selling stuff off via craigslist.

This leaving with people thing is freaking sweet.