Last spring at about this time I was in the throes of preparing to move to Wake Robin. It was the downsizing of a lifetime, the move before the final move to that tiny house that awaits us all–you know, the one where there’s no room to even stand up, not that we will want to stand up then.
Over three months, a constant torrent of stuff streamed out of our house–forty-eight boxes of books, some wooden spoons, a pressure cooker, my graduate school notebooks, a coin collection, the cheese press my husband made for me…. The books went to the library sale; the pressure cooker and the coin collection went to the auction; and I gave away the cheese press. The grad school notebooks I guiltily jettisoned into the rental dumpster that decorated our yard.
Now, with the wisdom of hindsight, I feel qualified to pass on the following advice to those of you who are contemplating a similar move or are simply feeling trapped by too much stuff:
Trust me when I say that most objects, once you let them go, you will never miss. You may never even remember them. You think you’ll never be the same without your blue glass canning jars? Go ahead and wrap them in newspaper, put them in a box from the liquor store and send them to the auction. Once they’re out the door, if you ever think of them again it will be with the same serene fondness with which you now recall that boy you loved so desperately in high school, and the broken heart you thought would never mend.
(Sorry for the weird formatting–I can\’t seem to be able to fix it.)