The gory…err glory road to downsizing ‘stuff’.

Yes, it is gory.  Gut-wrenching. Painful. Overwhelming.  That’s why I am taking a break to write about it instead of doing it. Heh.

 

We squirrel away for all kinds of maybes. Maybe they won’t make (insert item of choice) any more. We stock and store because we’ve a prepper mentality so maybe there will be a shortage. We hang on to emotionally pleasing or historically important things because maybe that person will die and this will be all we have left to touch and remind us; to transport us back to then.

The last time I faced this challenge it was against my will.  I had to leave my farm and sell it to avoid foreclosure. I still ‘own’ it, but someone else lives in it and pays for it while I act as the mortgage company. But I had no choice in the matter. I blogged about it here: https://sunflowersolacefarm.wordpress.com/2013/04/28/shedding-19-years-of-skin/

This time, I am choosing to do this and forcing myself to divest of even more.  I’d like to say that factor makes it easier, but truth be told, it doesn’t.  It still fills me with anger, ambivalence, sorrow and all kinds of other emotions. It’s also confounding as hell at times, to be standing and going…”Why DO I have four colanders???”  Then I remember.  I had plans to build my own sprouters for wheatgrass, buckwheat and sunflower seeds which need dirt in addition to the normal sunshine and water portion for sprouting things like alfalfa, mung and lentils. The fact that they are still spotless and stuffed in a cabinet indicates how successful that little plan was.  You have to have a window with sunlight to do so, and mine all have awnings over them or face into a breezeway or such. Dancing with the ghosts of ideas past is what I call it. This brings forth not only dealing with the stuff, but the remorse or regret of not following through with previous ideas that seemed so stellar at the time.  It allows that old friend self-doubt to hang out with me for a while, mocking what the current and ongoing plans are.  “Think you’ll follow this one through eh?  Yeah, I’ve heard that before. Ummhmmm.”  It would be easy to brush that dude off my shoulder if there was no truth in the matter.  But there is. And so downsizing vomits up your glory days, your bad days, your abandoned projects and basically just stirs up emotions.  It makes me want to lie on a settee with a cold cloth and colder lemonade (or maybe an adult beverage).  Alas, no time for that though. Thirty days is what I’ve got.

Oh…did I mention I’m moving? 😀  Stay tuned, as I’ll be adding  a new occasional feature of the blog, v-logs of transition from one life to another.   Here’s a hint:

I actually kind of like this. Credit goes to http://oldwoodies.com

I actually kind of like this. Credit goes to http://oldwoodies.com

Sometimes the road to where you want to go has a lot of unmapped switchbacks…(me)

 

~SE

PS. Holla if you need a colander, I’ve a spare or three 😉

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  8 comments for “The gory…err glory road to downsizing ‘stuff’.

  1. Randstein
    March 1, 2015 at 3:27 PM

    The more free space I create by shedding old things I don’t need, the more compelled I am to fill that new space with new things I don’t need. So the only way to stay within budget is to never have room for anything else. The heart of a hoarder cannot live in an uncluttered chest. I admire your courage for trying to fit a life of memories into a smaller space. I know it can’t be easy. 🙂

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    • March 5, 2015 at 8:13 AM

      It is at times sobering to realize how much of our ‘life’ we carry with us, hysterically funny to note my personal habits and things that I glom onto, and a lot of times just poignant as memories flash through my mind by just touching something. It is taking much more time than I anticipated to really THINK through what I keep and what I let go of.
      Thanks for the encouragement 🙂

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  2. March 1, 2015 at 4:34 PM

    A spare colander or three…those I would have no trouble parting with. I would be hard-pressed to release the things that are attached to memories of my son, or trips, or family in general. I have also been considering a tiny home option and a small(!) storage unit is part of the plan to hold unto emotionally charged item to keep in case if I up-size latter on. I have moved over 20 times in the last 15 years so have gotten really good at purging and also have over-purged and wish I could turn back time. (((hugs)))

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    • March 5, 2015 at 8:17 AM

      Yeahhh, the colanders were no biggie, lol! I was just momentarily stumped as to the ‘why’ of the matter. It is such a memory trip to touch little beaded keychains made by one of the girls, or to find notes written before they had mastered spelling. Putting boxes together for each of them makes me wonder if they will feel the value that I do in those objects? I don’t think anyone can ever accuse me of over-purging, hah! Best wishes to you too, on your continued journey, and thank you for stopping by.

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  3. March 1, 2015 at 5:19 PM

    How exciting! I love the idea of an ongoing, downsizing v-log. I’m still dreaming of the hoarder clean out and moving my parents in with me. I’m in baby stepping mode-your move is very inspiring😄

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    • March 5, 2015 at 8:20 AM

      It IS exciting, but right now it is very emotionally tiring, and that always catches me by surprise. One thing my chateau on wheels insulates against is anyone permanently residing with me unless we’re really, really close, lol! And it allows me to stay with others in the future without being underfoot in their environment too. Keep up the baby steps! Then you won’t be like me, trying to run and walk at the same time 😉

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  4. March 3, 2015 at 11:11 AM

    Now your reading my postings about shredding (past posting) and about my bottom drawer (recent post) makes so much more sense/relevance, doesn’t it? I wrote that the second level of understanding is formed by what we bring to a piece. If someone has never moved, even from the same bedroom, and the top bunk, for all her/his whole life, a story or blog posting would seem not very meaningful. Thank you. I look forward to you Steinbeck-esque Travels with Charley. Regards.

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    • March 5, 2015 at 8:23 AM

      I really felt the thoughts behind the drawer posting and like you, I marvel at times at what made me hold on to something. But some objects are like time travel portals, transporting us to another time and place just by seeing or touching them. Thanks for stopping by, and the pup is getting a new cage soon, while we’re still in normative mode so it isn’t all overwhelming at once 🙂

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