Monday, November 05, 2018
After getting my Mom's house ready to sell, I came back home and declared war on the extra stuff at my own home. I am not going to put my kids through what I went through. My Mom was neat but had drawers of beautiful antique dishes that she never used. I love dishes, too, but if I don't use them, I refuse to store them for my children, who will probably just sell them in an estate sale. Then there were the clothes and all the other signs of life.
I don't know what there is about things that makes us want to hang onto them. Maybe it's the memories they bring to mind. Maybe it's looking at a dress three sizes smaller and hoping that I can wear it again, even though it has long gone out of style. Maybe we think that things will make us look better or have more status. But the fact is that things have no real value. People have value. Time has value. Love has value. Things only take up space and time.
It's a huge job, but I have given myself a two year deadline and am pretending that I will be moving in two years. My husband is in this with me, so there is no struggle there. We're doing this for our kids. What better inheritance than the gift of time?