So far

Here's a picture of what I've done so far. You're looking at what used to be the living room, and is now largely a pile of things that I've decided belong to other people -- with a few boxes of my own crap waiting to go into storage. 

I've put literally hundreds of pounds of stuff into the hallway outside my apartment, all neatly stacked against the wall under post-it notes identifying each stack. You know how I am.

Last week, when this started in earnest, I hung a sign above the mailboxes downstairs, inviting the neighbors to shop at my free garage sale. They have taken me up on it in droves. It makes me happy to think of all my stuff starting new lives in other places.

It makes me extra happy to see how little I am keeping. It makes me feel light in the universe to know that I own very little, and even that could go, too, and I'd be fine. I've experienced this before -- once you start getting rid of things you gain momentum until you no longer have to work to part with items and instead must remind yourself why you should keep them....um, except for shoes. 

I'm having a very difficult time coming to terms with the fact that I can't take ALL my shoes to Asia. It's especially challenging because I know I won't be able to buy shoes there -- Thai women are wee, and so are their feet, and and mine are not -- you see my dilemma. What if I take the WRONG pair of leopard shoes? Not that there's any such thing, really.