In just a few short months, I’ll be packing up the house I’ve lived in for 25 years and moving to another state. I’ve raised my four children here, laughed and cried, celebrated and despaired, loved and lost here. Leaving after all these years and so many memories will be hard, but it’s time. It’s just a house, after all.
My 13-year-old son and I will be moving to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, into the lovely condo that my dad just bought for all three of us. He made this same move years ago. Before he left he sold everything he owned and moved down there with just the few things that would fit into the back of his car, and has advised me to do the same. At first I was aghast: sell everything I own?? But, but, but….this is my stuff!
Then I looked around….really looked around. There are actually very few things in this house I feel attached to. The kids’ baby books of course, the photos, my wedding album. My Tarot decks. Some books. The wicker chest filled with my late husband’s things. A pretty mirrored mosaic I bought at Pier 1. A Fiestaware pitcher. An old trash-picked cabinet. And that’s about it.
Everything else can go. As soon as I made that decision, I immediately felt lighter. I’m itching to start getting rid of things. I’ve always been a purger; historically, I’ve erred on the side of tossing stuff out. My house is mostly uncluttered to begin with, so I’m starting out ahead of the game. But it’s about to get real up in here. Over the next few months, I’m going to KonMari the shizz out of this place.
And just for fun (and accountability), I’m going to record a tally of everything I get rid of, and post it here on the blog. Every Monday — let’s call it Big Move Monday — I’ll post my progress. Whatever I sell or toss will go on the list, and I’ll also post other move-related issues as they come up.
This is a huge undertaking, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous as hell. There’s a contractor here as we speak, whipping the house into market condition. Today he’s finishing up a new front door, then he’s redoing the laundry room, and then he’ll tackle the bathroom (which is a total gut job). In the spring, after I receive my tax refund, he’ll install new laminate flooring, and then the house will be as good as it’s going to get. At that point, I’ll call a real estate agent, do some staging, and pray it sells! And I’ll be writing about it every step of the way.
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