We’ll be closing on our house this coming week and if that seems fast to you, consider how I feel! The house market it apparently smoking hot because we had three offers within three days of putting the house on the market. I’ve always maintained that when the time is right, things will fall into place. Let me tell you… This has only strengthened that belief.
Everything is going so well, CC and I are both slightly dazed, but that hasn’t stopped us from snapping and snarling at each other. The stress of getting everything together has been horrendous, but we knew it was going to be, so we’ve been really clear about not getting to upset about being short with each other. That’s gone a long way towards keeping the peace.
Now let’s talk turkey.
We’ve hauled away four to five times the amount of stuff that we’re taking with us. Good stuff. Stuff that someone somewhere is going to be overjoyed to have. When we started there was a horrible feeling of insecurity that went with getting rid of it all. We’d put something on the pile to go with us because we couldn’t bear to part with it, but as the hours and possessions passed, we’d revisit the “going” pile and pull stuff out and shake out heads at ourselves.
Many of you might be thinking that we’re paring down to nothing, but that simply isn’t the case. I’ll give you a good example. I have a hand-crocheted wall hanging of my last name. It’s beautiful! I’m not taking it. Why? Because as beautiful as it is and as much as I appreciate the time and effort and thought that went into the making and giving of this gift, it is NOT my ‘style’. I’m not in love with it. I’ve kept it because I felt bad about throwing it out. For someone else, it might be just the thing, but for me… not so much. CC and I discussed it and we concurred, that it just wasn’t our thing. On the other hand, I have already packed up my seed collection and the baby doll that my grandmother made for me when I was a little thing.
The difference is love. There is no point in having a bunch of stuff that you don’t really love cluttering up your life. It weighs on your mind, even if you never consciously think about it. I know because my load is lighter with every load we haul to the thrift store and each treasure that I unearth from the clutter.