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So on goes the sorting and packing. I've gotten things culled down to a decent level, and I'm sure once I get over to my new unit, I'll find more things I can get rid of. Rather, of which I can get rid -- so that I'm not ending my sentence in a preposition.

I think I'm likely going to simultaneously find out that I both have more space for storage and less. So I'm banking more on the less part, and thus being pretty ruthless. There's some things I think I could likely donate, but I want to wait first and see about space. I have more stemware than a single woman needs, and since I bought two sets of my new dinnerware I have about 12 or so matching mugs. I kind of hesitate about donating those, as they match the set. But nor do I need 18 mugs.

Plus I am on the waiting list for storage space, so I'll have a bit more room for that. I can put my two bins of Christmas decorations in storage, along with things like the extra mugs and even my Christmas wrapping paper. Stuff I rarely touch. And my flattened boxes. Random stuff.

But all in all, it's been really fun. That may raise an eyebrow or two from you, but I actually really like sorting and organizing, and I try to do it once a year, usually in the Spring. I heard about the impending refurbishment of all the apartments in February, and, at that time, I thought I was going to move out of mine and then back in. But I kept waiting to hear about it (I was told a few months) before I did any culling and organizing, as I wanted to just do it and pack at the same time.

I've done a pretty good job of keeping what I have tamed, but after 7 and a half years in a place with four closets, I did kind of get lazy about some stuff. I think I've done a pretty good job of culling it down, but wowsers. Am I pooped and sore.

I'm to the point now where I've pretty much gone through everything. Now I just need to pack up my pantry things and my kitchen. And I can't wait to get moved in and settled; I think the unpacking's going to be a lot easier than the packing, given the lack of sorting, culling and 82 thousand trips to the recycling room.

Plus it'll be like what my mom said when she moved into her little house (the one she just moved out of earlier this Summer / Spring), that it's fun to find new "homes" for all the framed pictures.

I think I may also finally have room for a nice bookcase. In my old apartment, I had a long wall where I could have put one, had it not been for the electric baseboard heater that ran the entire length of it. We'll see. First I need to get organized and settled, then I need to get new curtains for my room (the apartments come with the generic kind of curtains you find in motels), and then I can see about a new bookshelf.

Ooo...an "excuse" to go to Ikea....

So there's my semi-update. I've kind of wound down, but I have to admit, it'll feel good to be as fully packed as I can be, so that I can just slide into my new place easily, and have a break -- rather than having to pack and move at the same time. Bleah.

I did have a "Grr" moment earlier today. I carefully measured my sink unit thing in my second bathroom, as I knew it would be approximately the same size as my new one. I also remembered it was slightly shorter, so I shaved off a few inches from the height.

I went to Fred Meyer this morning before work to peruse the plastic storage bins, and found two drawer units that I thought would fit, given my measurements. Then, at lunch, the managers let me pop into one of the refurbished units to see if they'd fit and....

I found out they're about 5" too tall.

Sigh.

So now I have to rethink my bathroom. I know what I can do for some stuff, but I'm losing my drawer where I keep my toothpaste and a few other things. I'm also losing counter space, so I'm not sure what I'm going to do with my makeup organizer. I do have a unit that hangs on the wall above my toilet that can provide a cupboard space, so that will help.

And I discovered that I had four extra lids for Rubbermaid bins -- but no bottoms. I did find one bottom in my pantry where I was using it to hold cleaning rags, so that solved the mystery of one of the lids, but now I have 3 others without mates. I've been through everything where they could be -- so where on Earth did they go?

I was thinking perhaps I could just take the lids in, show them to someone at Fred Meyer to show they came in with me and then find bins to match, but I noticed this morning that all the Rubbermaid bins have changed design, so none would fit.

To quote Ace Ventura, Allllllll righty, then.

Ah well.

Oh -- car news. It's still at the shop, awaiting the engine, which is supposed to get there tomorrow. So my old pal Angus should be back with me next week.

Anyhoo. That's all for now.

10-4, good buddies. Over and out.