Deciding to give up the house was relatively easy. Moving out, not so much. It isn’t just the packing, but these garage sales are killer. The hardest part is sifting through the memories and memorabilia. This is exhausting.
As I look out my back window and into the lush forest, I can only sigh. I’m resigned to walking away, and I’m close to resigning myself to walking away from my stuff. But that doesn’t mean it’s easy.
At this point, I just want it gone – but it’s hard. Our bedroom set is solid oak, well built, quality furniture – but more importantly, it was given to us by some very dear people whom we love very much. Our dining room furniture and my desk set, were given by some other dear friends whom we love dearly. Then there are the couches and recliners who were given to us by another great friend. And of course, there’s the oak roll top desk, and the other stuff.
At this point, I’m ready to just walk away from it all. I’m resigned to the process and I am enjoying the serenity that comes with that.