It's been 6 days since we were given notice.
6 days of stress and overwhelm.
6 days of online searching.
6 days of notes of phone numbers and locations scribbled while commuting
I keep uncovering slips of paper and things I thought I needed.
I am trying to plan for the dispersing of things I won't have room for.
Spontaneous Drastic Downsizing
Things I'm concerned I will not have room for:
Cloth and Sewing Machine
Art Making Stuff
J.'s Music Stuff
I've joked for so long about 'going tiny'...
but it was always "tiny House, Big Land"
I guess the joke's on me.
Things I will Miss:
Semi-rural, no sidewalks, chickens, horses...Hawks
"My" trees (you've seen them here many times)
The way the full moon shines trough my bedroom window
Checking the outside temperature by feeling the bedroom wall
The window view from my shower
Wide streets and less people
Being able to see wide swaths of sky
Local grocery store that is never super busy and has lots of room to park
-We've known some of the checkers for years!-
Things I am grateful for:
We have no credit card debt
I have a reliable car
I have a bit of emergency money to get us through the move
I have a job...with a paycheck!
Things to decide about:
Do I really need to keep a DVD player and a VCR to play all of the old family movies we never watch?
and so, so much more
Scraps of Paper
Putting the notes here, clearing the clutter (does anyone remember that ideas drawer post from eons ago?)
"In looking back, she realized that solutions had always come to her pre-decided, even if she thought it was the other way around and had thought of herself as strong and brave and thoughtful in her deciding"
This makes me laugh that this was the first scrap I grabbed.
It was written in the style of Brian Andreas, of storypeople.
I discovered him so many years ago and shared him with my mama.
We both loved his work.
I have one of his books, which I hope to keep, unless a friend would like it.
When my mama passed, many of her friends came over
to choose books from her vast collection. They wanted a piece of her.
These are the kind of folks I grew up with.
Anyways, I'm just moving, but I am letting go of lots!
Back to the salt mines...