It’s time for the pre-move purge. “It’s liberating!” a friend told me. Liberating to move across the country with only as much as you can carry. I’ve never been one for clutter. If something doesn’t get used regularly, it’s gone. When I finish a book, it gets passed on. Sometimes I regret my clearing out, like when I’m all dressed to go to a wedding – except what happened to those black heels? I know I have black heels that pinch my feet a little. Where did they go? Oh, right. To the Goodwill because they pinched my feet. Damn!
So I don’t have a plethora of purses or movies, figurines or other obvious things to let go. And since I just moved here a year ago, I just did a huge clearing out. In fact, that was several carloads to the Goodwill or friends’ houses. The things I brought with me are things I like and use. My Dyson vacuum cleaner. The really cute dresser my friend and I refinished. Books I haven’t finished yet. The espresso machine I fire up for on special occasions. None of these are things I particularly want to get rid of. Yet, I obviously have no reason to move them across the country to a furnished apartment. And I know other people can use and enjoy them.
Pretty soon the things I keep are going to be spread around four states: Practical things I bring to New York, seasonal things I ship to my sister’s in Maryland, important heirlooms and treasures I’ll bring to my parents’ house in Minnesota, and the things I leave at friends’ house in Washington.
Anyone want an adorable oval desk? A set of blue and green flowery dishes? A cake pan that says, “Made with love by Candace” on the bottom? I’m liberating myself!
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.