I haven't written here for a month. What have I been doing, you wonder?
Moving. Oh we fit a quick celebration of the holidays in and, of course, I had to go to work, but our life was consumed with moving - thinking about moving, getting ready to move, and then moving.
Moving from a two-story, full basement house to a one story on a crawl space house.
Otherwise known as downsizing.
We love our new house. It fits us like the old house no longer did. We use most of the rooms all the time and will use all of the rooms at least some of the time.
But downsizing is hard, hard work. There is the physical labor involved in lugging furniture and boxes around. But there is also the emotional labor of letting go.
I've been getting rid of so much that even getting rid of stuff I definitely don't won't has become painful.
It's also liberating.
Everything we own moved from our old house into the garage of our new house. Luckily for us, it is a very, very big garage.
To make it beyond the garage and into the house, every item either had to have a function or be dearly loved. The best items were those that fit in both categories.
There is nothing in my house that I don't appreciate, smile when I walk past, or feel grateful at some point in the day that I have.
It feels great.
There are only a few things left in the garage that could still make it into the house. Everything else will be given away or sold. It's a lot.
I won't miss it.