Expect the unexpected! That’s certainly going to be my mantra for a while. You see, we hadn’t planned to sell so soon. In fact, we had taken our house off the market. Then, as sometimes happens, the unexpected occurred and the timing seemed right. Before I could blink, a deal was struck and our home for the last fifteen years now belongs to someone else.
Moving can be a shock to the system. It’s rarely easy and often riddled with waves of exhaustion, nostalgia and a constant feeling of being overwhelmed.
Over the years I’ve simply advised my friends and clients with the following words: “Just hire a packer, hire a mover, you can be out of here in a few days,” or ” You have family and friends that can help you, don’t stress it.” Well, I owe you a big apology! As time goes by we tend to forget how monumental things really are or could be. Of course, I meant what I said at the time but 15 years without a move made me forget a few critical check-off items.
You were in my thoughts with every box I unfolded, each piece of tape that rolled out of the monster dispenser, and with each memory that we parted with. Recently, I shared an article with my mother regarding the topic of “letting go” of personal items and the relationship younger generations have with “stuff.” Some seem to prefer Chinet to beautiful china heirlooms and having “valuables” translates to having cold hard cash. With this in mind, I knew we had to make some tough decisions.
Charlie retired while we lived here and we had huge tubs of 41 years of his law enforcement career. How many plaques, photos, and honors would each of the kids want now or when our time comes? Deep down we knew the answer. Pictures that told the story of our lives were scanned and old frames were tossed.
In semi-ceremonial fashion, we gathered all of the kids and presented them with their clay handprints, report cards, and every newspaper article written about their sports days. They looked at us in amazement, they had no idea that we had saved these “treasures” for these years!
Together, we laughed at some of the things we toted around for almost 37 years of marriage. We were tearing up over personal items of loved ones no longer with us. We packed together, reminisced and in the end, we were exhausted and got on each other’s last nerve! The “stuff” was overwhelming.
So, to you, my deepest apology if I was less than sympathetic or helpful during your move. My revised words of wisdom are, “less is more” and “nothing is coming in to the house until something goes out!” Moving is hard. I remember that now. If a change is anywhere in your near future. Start early.
Onward to life’s next adventure…after a great BIG nap of course!