by Kate Collins
This isn’t about the reality show. It’s about what’s going on at my house these days as I prepare to downsize my house. I’m talking about a major downsize. My home, since my husband passed away, has gotten too big for me. I rattle around in it like a lost soul, making me yearn for something cozy, something Kate sized. So I’ve bought a condo home with half the storage space, hence the reason for the war.
It’s a battle between me and my stuff. I’ve hauled around this “stuff”, for lack of a better word, for twenty years, as our moves kept taking us to bigger homes. Now I have to go through it to decide what’s important and what’s not. What’s absolutely essential to take with me and what’s a waste of space. Lo and behold, three-quarters of it is non-essential. At least that much has never made it out of boxes in the basement since we moved in fifteen years ago. Yet each time I packed for a move, I kept it, fearing I’d be lost without it.
What’s there? A box of papers from my college days and another one from my teaching days. My ceramic cat collection that hasn’t seen the light of day in twenty plus years. Boxes of random toys of no value that my kids played with. A giant box of board games. Two huge garbage bags of stuffed animals that I was certain they’d want as keepsakes. Ha. My kids, I’ve learned, have no attachment to the “stuff.” Lucky them.
It hasn’t been easy to let go of it. I have to keep asking myself, “Do I want to haul it to yet another basement where it will sit unopened and take up valuable space?” And even though those cats were lovingly collected when I was into country things, I’m so beyond that now.
Have you ever had to clean out a closet and get rid of your “love them and can’t live without them” things? What was the hardest part of paring down for you? Did you find it cathartic?