In a few short days, a Realtor will be coming to pound a “For Sale” sign into the yard in front of the house where I live. I couldn’t be more relieved.
I’ve been packing for several days. Surprisingly, I’ve packed a lot less than I expected, and I’ve gotten rid of a lot more. My mother was in awe as I tossed things (mostly old arts and crafts materials) into huge contractor-sized garbage bags, with an obvious look of satisfaction on my face.
It was cleansing. The first step to a new beginning.
I have a bit more packing to do, and then the deep-cleaning begins, as well as some paint touch-ups here and there.
Half my life is encapsulated in cardboard at the moment, and I just don’t care. It’s interesting how little you really need in life. I’m beginning to value simplicity a lot more.
… Of course, I should disclose the fact that I packed several plastic totes full of yarn and one full of spinning fiber. (Let me have my one vice, ‘kay?) Honestly, I know I don’t need those things either. But I do enjoy them a lot.
I’m actually not sure where I’m going when the house sells. Doesn’t that sound crazy? But I think that’s half the fun, flying by the seat of my pants…
