Am I a memory hoarder????

Its odd when you have to decide what parts of your personal history you are willing to sell in order to move forward. There have been so many fun memories in my house that I don't see the furniture as just another couch or a convenient coffee table that hides my blankets.... those items have helped me discover a few things, like:

The best place ever to play cards and laugh with my friends

The perfect place to tell a story, have a beer and throw some "pants in the fire"

The most comfortable size love seat to curl up on with my nephew and watch cartoons

So how do I decide on what price to sell the sofa that Fooch passed out on during New Years or the end tables that V helped me assemble, and then disassemble and reassemble because we put in a piece backwards or the guest bedroom suit that Krupa helped me drag upstairs and put together but Kevin had to rig because the bed started to come apart (which I blame Ridout for but only after we got her drunk butt back to my house after a night of debauchery).  It makes me think that Tyler Durden might have been right when he said "the things you think you own can end up owning you" ... but is that really such a bad thing when the reason why its hard to let go is because of all the fun I had?

Don't get me wrong, I am absolutely thinning out my inventory and will not be crying when the new owners come to stake their claim on these things, mostly because there is no room for me to take it with and I really do need the money but I just didn't expect to feel like I am abandoning my stuff.

I should be looking forward to the memories i'll make with the next furniture set I acquire. 

and so it begins.....

I have either made the best decision of my life or one of the biggest mistakes ever and its going to take some time to figure out which option is going to be declared the winner. See, what had happened wuz.....

Work was taking over my life. Period. I didn't go out on weekends, I barely saw friends who live less than 3 minutes away from me, I spent more time on the couch at home than I did outside and all of it had some connection to the stress level which was actually rising at work. Something had to give and right around June 1st I found my breaking point. I won't go into details (mostly because there is a law that says I shouldn't) but that day I decided this was no longer the job for me. I called my boss the following morning and after a few minutes we came to an agreement that I was going to give my 30 day notice and we both now had one month to find replacements. At that point the hunt began.... I had a couple good interviews and one not so good one but I was not receiving actual job offers. So I started thinking.... do I really want to stay in Raleigh? What is holding me here? I had several long conversations with several different people and I came to the conclusion that this kid will be a much happier person if I move to the beach. Fort Fisher, NC to be more exact, and I am now in the process of selling everything I can and getting rid of anything unnecessary and moving to the shore by August 1st.

This is a really drastic change and aside from knowing where I plan on sleeping there are a lot of details to work out. The scariest part of this whole thing is that I have made a decision based on my perceived personal happiness and not based on financial stability or success. If I fail it is going to be colossal (and yes that's much bigger than epic)

So... in an attempt to track this life change, I have started this written record. I am sure some days will be full of fun while others will probably ramble with despair but either way my course has been set and its time to start the journey.