Purge
I spent yesterday lost in thought and knee deep in a tornado of belongings. In preparation of the upcoming garage sale, I was brutally sorting through clothes, books, cds, and mementos.
It's funny what you hold onto.
I have boxes of old letters, cards, photos, ticket stubs and boarding passes. A stack of 12 journals wrought with the ups and downs of my life- opening it randomly to a page it was often difficult to surmise which lover I was speaking of unless I found their name (dating pattern much?). There are now four big bags of clothes and knick knacks awaiting purchase at a bargain price. Good-bye necklace I wore when I got suspended from work. Adios sweater I wore when I first met Mr. Grass. So long candlestick I purchased 7 years ago when I moved into my first solo home. I do not need you any more.
And so the letting go begins. . . bit by bit, object by object, I unpack my heart so I can fill it up with what counts. With what I want to take with me.
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It's both freeing and kind of scary isn't it?
Good for you, Sizz. Want to clean out my closet next?
There is something rather awesome about purging your house, isn't there? Maybe it's the fact that you can buy new things to replace the old if need be!
I can't believe you're getting rid of that necklace! ;-)
If it weren't for girlfriends and moving, I wonder if I'd ever throw away anything.
I love my boxes of old letters. They are my timeline, my history. I keep those more than anything else.
Oh I feel your pain. Don't let go of those journals - you may want to read them when you're old and gray and toothless.
Garage sale? I love garage sales! When is it? Will we be able to bargain with you?
Alissa said it quite well...
I tried to organize myself and get everything in order... of course since I waited until the last minute to do so, I have a storge space currently full of things that should be tossed... as well as things I was reunited with after five years of absence here and have been in family storage for as long...
Viva la garage sale!
PS- I miss you... :(
I did something like this about six years ago when I finally moved to my condo. Quite apart from what a huge pain in the ass it all was, the end result was a great sense of relief and freedom at having finally divested myself of so much crap that I had accumulated.
I want to do it again because I have accumulated so much new crap. It's a pain in the bum but it will set you free!
We hang on to so much stuff. Only a very small portion has any real meaning.
Beautifully written.
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