Pride in the fix it

So is it weird that I am super proud of myself for knowing how to fix my low tire?
I came out to my car and it saw that the right back tire was super low!
I did have a moment of panic thinking "I have gone through 3 of the 4 tires this car came with!"
But after calming myself down I realized, I knew just what to do.
I knew I had to go to QT because Air is free there, I knew which QT was closest to me, and I knew where the Air machine was there, I knew where my pressure tool was, I knew how to use it on the other tires to find out what the air needed to be (I didn't know that) And I knew how to use the Air machine to get my tire to where it needed to be! It has stayed up for two days now so I am not thinking the tire has a big hole or anything THANK GOODNESS!
I would like to say thank you to my Dad and Josh. If not for them I wouldn't have known what to do at all. And I would've had to call someone else to do it for me.
I would also like to thank the two men at the Air machine who stopped what they were doing on there car, to let me fill up my tire...one even pushed the buton for me so I wouldn't have to walk back to the machine...See there is hope for this world after all.
My question then is this, what small jobs are you proud that you can do alone, that maybe you were surprised you knew?

Moving out and moving on

So I am in the process of moving my 3 story house worth of stuff into one bedroom and a shared living space... Hard? Yes. Not so much psyically, since my brother and freinds are doing all the heavy lifting, but emotionally. As my brother pointed out, I have never had to give up anything I wanted to keep...I know I sound like a spoiled brat and while I am spoiled I like to think I'm not a brat...
Well, today was the first step, getting everything "big" to fit into the tiny room. I had to forgo my eliptical (Sad. I never really used it but now I will never get the chance) and the second bed I was going to put in my room will now be sent to a friend who is bedless at the moment along with my couch and some chairs. UGH! I hate not taking my things with me!
What will I do with my stuff? I can barly fit my fruniture in and yet I have boxes and boxes of STUFF that is yet to be divided up.... How do people do this? How do they let go???
I have pictures to go on walls, but not enough walls! I have lights, I have dishes, I have decorations all of which I want! I want to live here with my citrus trees and my shop and my piles of boooks and journals and I just can't do it! I may go crazy.....
Well everyone pray for the spoiled little rich girl who gets attached to things more than people.
I can get rid of people, no problem. Well some people. I bet I could easily fit ALL the people I refuse to get rid of in that little bedroom and still have room to spare. But ask me to give up my stuff and I'd rather have to climb over my dresser to get to my door then give it up....
Hum....Well, While I try and get my priorities straight, think of the things you can't live without. Are they people or things?