As I am packing up to move to an apartment, I am amazed on how much stuff we still have. Three years ago we sold our house of thirty five years, moved into an apartment which I loved and he hated. Got rid of a ton of stuff. Then, yup he bought a new house, his dream home. A home I’ve learned to love.
Life moves on, due his failing health, we are forced to move. The house goes up for sale in June, I’m packing up now. Wow, where did all this stuff come from? Some of my stuff must have mated with other of my stuff to produce more stuff. I can’t get rid of anything more. But I must.
Once I get into the apartment the stuff that doesn’t fit goes. Sigh. The extra bed for my son, and extra bedroom furniture- gone. He can sleep in a recliner when he comes over. My husband’s collection of beer mugs-gone. He’s keeping the legos. He already got rid of all the clothes he would wear again someday-a couple of months ago. As did I.
A neighbor gets the snowblower, tiller, ladder; while my son wants the yard tools etc. My son and I will split the cost of a storage unit. My beloved yard statues will go into the storage unit, and when I die the trash heap. Downsizing is just a word. Choosing which bits and pieces of your life to keep is hard.