Have you ever experienced the joys of moving and downsizing at the same time?
That’s the process I am in now. My husband, with dementia, and I did it a few years ago and it was more of a problem for our kids in cleaning out the overflowing basement. Now I’m in the process of moving again, downsizing again. It fills your every waking thought. What do I get rid of, what do I keep? Who would want my cast offs? How to give up some of my treasures and be fair about it? It’s not the end of my being, just the end of some of the things I used to be.
How in the world do we accumulate so much ‘stuff’? I once heard someone, in their infinite wisdom say, ‘if you haven’t used it in five years get rid of it’. That’s not entirely practical. It certainly wasn’t for my husband, who repaired or fixed everything that had gone wrong in our years of marriage, then we would have spent time and money doing it. We rarely ever had to call in a repairman. I was lucky. The kids were not so lucky in having to clean up that mess. But they did and we had moved on.
And now it’s time to let go again. These decisions seem out of my control, and we all like being in control. I really am looking forward to my comfortable move. It’s just the process that stymies me.