Another FAQ I get about my Peace Corps plans: but what about your stuff? You’re moving out of the country for 27+ months – what are you doing with all of your stuff?!
My belongings have fallen into 3 major groups
- sell on Craigstlist
To be honest, I’m a bit of a packrat. This is partly because I see every single little thing as a potential craft project (despite crafting very little over the last 3+ years), and partly because I have seen friends’ parents pull really cool old stuff out of storage, and I want to be able to do that. I might regret not having that sweet shirt 20 years from now! And that dress?! It will definitely come back in style!
As it turns out, my desire to live a more simple lifestyle which occupies little space and utilizes few resources does not match with this packrat tendency. For just one person, I had managed to fill my 800 sq. ft. apartment quite densely. I didn’t want to store this much stuff at my poor parents’ house – especially since I have no clue where I’ll end up when I return. I began with Craiglist. I ended up selling my dresser, 2 bookcases, a kitchen cart, a kitchen table, a desk, a gym mat, and a crockpot that way.
While I was determining what to sell, I was also parsing out what I wanted to keep. Bed? Keep. The lamp my dad made 33 years ago? Keep. Futon frame? Keep. Winter clothes? Keep. Most of the kitchen stuff? Keep.
After that, I was still left with a lot of stuff, which all got donated. Minneapolis has a local St. Vincent de Paul (my thrift store of choice because they will take almost anything, and if they can’t sell it, they will find a way to recycle or repurpose it, never just toss it), and they definitely got the bulk of my belongings – piles and piles of clothes, the craft supplies that I couldn’t get my friends to take, and the table I couldn’t sell. The other benefactor of this process was COLCov. I heard they were looking for some shelves and a loveseat, both of which I just happened to have. Thanks to my pal Kerbs and some strapping dudes at church, those things got moved in one morning.
And that’s how ultimately I was left with the disaster of an apartment that you’ve seen throughout this post. My friend Marty said it looked like a crackden. Now I am all moved out and into my temporary living space in beautiful Robbinsdale, MN, with the nicest people and cats around, Phil and Hannah and Momo and Mei, respectively.
Huge shout-out to my parents, who helped me turn that mess into a glistening apartment (which will hopefully yield a full security deposit returned) in between visits to my Ben brother.