Although we closed escrow on our new house on April Fool's Day (let's hope that doesn't turn out to be predictive) the buyers on our side very generously agreed to let us stay in our current home until the end of the school year. With that day looming ahead of us, I have begun to pack in earnest. Literally, there are boxes everywhere.
Like most homeowners who have lived in their properties more than just a few years, I have accumulated more "stuff" than I probably should have . . . and so have my kids . . . and so has my husband . . .
Truth be told, their collections center around sports equipment, while mine consists primarily of white Stoneware picked up at the Alameda Flea Market over the last decade. For better or worse, we are a culture of consumers. As I pack, I'm asking myself, "Do I really need to move all of these things to the new house?" (Not really.)
The closets are the worst offenders; "storage" being a double edged sword. From experience I can tell you that the more storage space a home has, the more likely a homeowner is to FILL IT! (And then some.) Today I found a juicer that, even as we bought it, I knew would quickly find its way to a forgotten shelf. (I was right.) Next up? The home office. "
How long do I really need to hold onto those old tax records?" I asked our CPA. "
Forever," Ron advised me. (I don't think he was kidding.)
Okay folks, but how about those vinyl records? We don't even own a turntable any more (and haven't for years.) Warning Will Robinson, don't look. One glance at that "Saturday Night Fever" album and I was immediately transported back to my junior year in high school - and down Nostalgia Lane . . . "Ah, ah, ah, ah, Stayin' alive, stayin' alive . . . Ah, ah, ah, I'm staaaaying alive."(But just barely; moving is exhausting!)
I'm at the crossroads between hanging on or letting go . . . ("How deep is your love, is your love, is your love? I really need to know . . .")
I've come to believe that life is little more than a series of transitions. How well we respond to these life changes, decides how graceful or tortured the journey becomes.
Those trophies your kids received just for participating?
Old skis and snow boards the family has outgrown?
The 40 baseball caps that never get worn?(Yes, I'm talking to you Cliff. You know you only wear the same three faded caps anyway.)
Get rid of them already!
This goes for worn-out shoes, scratched pots and pans, costume jewelry, hand-me-downs, costumes, coats, mismatched pillow cases, pairless socks, broken furniture, outdated Christmas cards, flattened handbags, crusty luggage, threadbare linens, belts, books, T-shirts, games, cds, videos, ELECTRONICS, cords, mismatched glassware, chipped dishes, etc., etc., etc. - until you are down to only those items you really cherish and use. (Your children will thank you when it comes time to clean out and sell the "family" home.)
DO pack up a box of your kids' art work (I'm not completely heartless) but don't keep it all. We'll trust that your kids were all "Picassos" in the making. (See box to the left.) Then donate all those lovely "things" to someone in need. (Hey, none of this "stuff" is going with us when we finally leave this earth and little of it is "heirloom" worthy, trust me.) Think of your donations as recycling, content in the knowledge that someone else can actually put those underutilized items to better use right now (like a juicer!) So do your part and get packing. Won't it feel better to simplify your life?
(Yes, it will.) BTW - you don't necessarily have to wait for a move to purge and organize. An annual spring cleaning will do the job nicely and when, and IF, you finally downsize, you'll be grateful that there is less to pack. This ain't no "Ja, ja, ja Jive Talkin" (Maybe I'll just keep that album for old time's sake.) You'll thank me for this advice one day. Go ahead, let go. (Hey Readers, any response to this email should really be in the form of a BEE GEE'S song, don't you think? There's a Mulberry's latte in it for those of your feeling creative or musical! "Boogie Fever.")
Julie Gardner, referred to as, "the pulse of Piedmont," has been writing The New Perspective for 11 years.