Four months later, we’re in a new house, about five miles from the old house, but this one is out in the country with a bit of land and a lot of trees. The view out my living room windows is green and peaceful. You just have to lean to the left a little bit to see around those unpacked moving boxes.
My summer was not peaceful. I did not get to spend my summer vacation lounging around the pool as planned.
I spent my summer purging and packing and doing all those other things that come with selling a house and buying a house.
The purging was the worst. I was shocked — shocked, I say! — at the amount of junk piled up in the nooks and crannies of our home.
Digging through a closet of old clothes, I found a kimono I’ve had for almost 30 years. A kimono! I’ve never worn it because it never fit. I donated it to a local museum. We donated 140 books to the local library. If I’m not careful, I will buy many of them back at the next library book sale.
Craigslist became my new best friend. I sold an old desk, a rug, a lamp, even a broken basketball goal. I got so addicted that I sold my son’s bed frame from underneath him, forcing him to sleep on a mattress on the floor for a week. BTW, anybody out there interested in a vintage GE refrigerator or an antique Philco console radio?
Cleaning out my house was like visiting the Island of Misfit Projects. I found a box filled with 50 pounds of denim scraps, which I’d saved to turn into a quilt someday. My husband found two boxes of VHS tapes of old college football games, which he dreams of someday converting to digital.
There were boxes upon boxes of frames that I’d picked up at thrift stores over the years, which I was going to use to frame my kids’ artwork. There was a bin full of broken dishes, which I was saving to turn into a mosaic. There was a trash can full of metal scraps, which I was going to use in a sculpture — just as soon as I took a welding class. It’s a good thing we moved before it got any worse.
I gave the denim scraps to a friend with a sewing machine. My husband kept the VHS tapes, and I kept one box of frames. I threw out the broken dishes and the bits of metal. Some dreams die easier than others.
Unfortunately, I ran out of time to cull through all of our stuff. Which is why I wound up paying good money to have somebody pack and move my kitchen junk drawers.
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