Moving On

As I look around the home that my hubby and I have shared for the last fourteen years, I have such mixed feelings.  In this house, we have shared many memorable holidays, immense love, times of uncontrollable sadness and grief, and unforgettable moments of honesty.  We have been married for twenty-one years and have spent fourteen of them in this beautiful home that we will always call our solace – our peaceful abode.  When I asked our 18-year-old granddaughter if she would like anything I owned, she answered, “I can’t think of anything in particular that I would want, besides the obvious – the house.  It will be weird to never see that place again.  That was THE house I remember the most when growing up and spending all my nights with you and grandpa.”

That is exactly how I feel at this moment.  I have spent the day with my husband going through closets, attic, basement, storage spaces, looking for things to part with, give away, or pitch.  After all these years we are moving to a new location.  So much “stuff” has accumulated over the years, much of it stored out of sight with little recollection of it ever being there.  As we dug through closets, there was not much that I wanted to pack and take with me.  Of course, I wanted the photos, the mementoes that I already carried in my heart.  But besides the photographs, I am ready to pitch most everything.  As my granddaughter had stated so eloquently, I can’t think of anything in particular that I would want.

The house is an absolute mess.  On the table in the kitchen is a pile of old vinyl record albums that we had saved from my husband’s stepfather’s record collection that had rested in a closet in our basement for a decade.  I went through this box of many, many records and saved a small collection, which I thought might have some value.  His stepfather had loved classical music, Elvis, Nat King Cole, and Bing Crosby.  He had very good taste in music.  The albums had withstood the tides of change over the years.

We had saved items from my coffeehouse business and my husband’s electric motor shop including yearly income tax returns, display tea sets from the coffeehouse, and computer programs used to calculate employees’ earnings and taxes.  The residual evidence of our businesses had been reduced down to these physical memories, bits and pieces that we sort-of remembered of things that were once very important to us.  We had forgotten them until we saw these remaining reminders.

So, here we are – ready to move on.  If we have items that anyone may be interested in owning, please ask.  If you can’t think of anything in particular that you want, that is okay too.  “Stuff” is not that important to us anymore.  Life is ours now without worrying about stuff, and we are ready to move on to a new adventure.

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