There are two weekends left in August. Two weekends left to get this apartment into boxes. Two weekends to organize my life the way I want it to be organized. As yet, I haven’t lifted a finger.
Whenever I move into a new place I convince myself that I’ll do better at “life stuff” than I did wherever we lived before. I will be smart. Organized. Compartmentalized. How my apartment is set up will make me a better person. It will reflect how my life will be: smart, neat, tidy, purposeful.
Put my cereal into the plastic containers I purchased strictly for cereal.
Label the spices I put into containers purchased strictly for spices.
Open all mail and file or toss the minute I receive it.
Always bring my grocery bags to the grocery store.
Organize all of our books by author.
Throw away the dog food bag when it is empty instead of crumpling it and putting the new one on top.
Water my plants before they start drooping.
Sweep my porch every other day.
Clean my fan blades weekly.
Take my dog on longer walks.
Cook at least two meals a week (yes, two. I’m not going to type stuff I can’t abide by and I sadly find little enjoyable about cooking).
I will not…
Buy unnecessary stuff at the thrift store just because it is a dollar.
Throw my clothes on top of the closet rod without actually hanging them up.
Let more than one pair of shoes sit by the door.
Let the junk drawer get out of control.
I think this is a pretty decent list to start with. It also inspired me to hop off of the computer and actually… pack. Now or never, right?
What do you wish you could do differently in your day to day? Have you ever broken bad habits by moving into a new place? Or am I just wishful thinking over here?