(Not another post on moving! When will it end?). This is the material life has given me so be nice, dear readers.
Everyone should move at least every ten years. The problem is I’m five years beyond that. I’ve come to the conclusion that it is next to impossible to get rid of things unless you move.
Life goes on and who would willingly choose to spend time sort, tossing and donating unless you are forced to do so. I have routinely gotten rid of things but I’ve avoided the black holes that everyone has in their house. You know what I mean. Be it basement, attic or garage, it is where you stash the stuff you might want someday. It is where you store the things you use once a year, or once every five.
I spent yesterday, surprise, unpacking some more. It is hard work. It involves more boxes for Goodwill. Every time I think I’m getting somewhere, I unpack another box. Instant chaos. I arrange and then rearrange closets and cupboards. I wonder what possessed me to buy “that”! Back when I bought some of these things I loved to entertain. In the past years I’ve worked long hours and the desire to entertain has diminished. Now, with eliminating my commute, I hope to have more time to have a life.
And then I come across beautiful Swedish glass. I bought it on a memorable trip to Sweden which included two days in the glass region. I loved it all and had a credit card to assist me in bringing home so much, too much, Swedish crystal. So that trips me up.
Or I come across handmade gifts from nieces…gifts from my Mom, things from my childhood and yes, there is still more in Grand Rapids to come.
I wonder about people without a sentimental bone in their body. I wish I was like them…somedays.
But then I sit for a moment and look at how this place is shaping up and I feel good and accomplished.
Those boxes in the garage? I wonder what would happen if I just dropped them off at Goodwill. Without looking.
Yeah, probably not.