The folks in the apartment above mine are moving out. I've had the pleasure of hearing loud noises of packing, boxing, lifting, dropping, bagging, dragging, and what not over the last couple days. The apartments we live in are not very sound-proof so I don't blame them. As I witness them lifting heavy boxes and packing them into the truck outside, I look around in my own apartment. 5 years here, and a lot of stuff. I have tried my best not to accumulate junk. But as much as you try, some junk and clutter just manage to make their way into your house. Besides that, books and papers form the bulk of my worldly possessions. Thinking of packing up my papers (scientific papers, articles, and such literature) is a nightmarish thought. I ask most seniors what they did and they say they had to throw away most of it, given that most of this is available for free online, especially as long as you remain in an academic setting. But the thought of just throwing that collection, built up with a lot of hunting and effort, and referred to for years? heart-breaking. I need to start sorting my papers into a "keep" and "throw" system, so that this becomes easier on me.
As I mentally detail all my belongings and put myself in my moving neighbour's shoes, I realise what a scary, painful prospect it is, to move. But somehow, it's a pain I am looking forward to, and hope that I'm subject to soon.