My mother has moved into a new apartment.
One
might say that's no big deal, right? Well, at 84 years old, she isn't
able to get around so well, which means it was left to her local
children (my sister and I, plus our families) to actually move things.
As a Depression Era child, she is even more loathe to pay some one else
to do something she (okay, WE) can do than I am. And also as a
Depression Era child, she is a little bit of a hoarder.
Now
let's set the rest of the stage: The place she was moving into is about
half the size of the living space she had previously, and didn't
include the one-stall garage that she also had. You'd think that might
trigger a bit of an off-loading mentality, right?
Nope.
Not only did she NOT want to get rid of anything (which necessitated
renting a storage space), but the few things she DID allow us to get rid
of were mercilessly pawned on her children. In some cases we acquiesced
simply to get it out of her house, and it has since found its way to
other end-of-the-road destinations (landfill, Goodwill).
Also,
since she'd known for weeks, even months, that she was going to be
moving (she was adamant that she couldn't afford to stay in the place in
which she'd been living), you'd think some preparation would be made in
the way of packing.
Again,
nope. All of 10 boxes had been packed when I arrived to move things.
What should have taken a day at most took three plus some that my sister
took over. And really, with the storage space, it's not finished until
that thing is cleared out -- which, realistically, may never happen.
All
this has triggered an environment of downsizing in my house. As we were
loading box after box into two trucks, I promised my 12-year-old
daughter that I'd never do this to her. She sighed and said she
appreciated it.
So
all this brings me to my real point (yeah, about time, eh?) -- I made a
promise to my wife on our anniversary (which was New Year's Eve) that I
would get rid of something every day throughout 2014, whether it was
discarded, sold, given away, donated, or recycled. Three hundred sixty
five somethings out of the house in the year. And no, that doesn't
include taking out the garbage...
As I told my wife, I'm married to her, not the stuff around us.
Yesterday
started off with a pile of old video tapes and a VCR that hasn't so
much as been turned on in over a year. Today it's an old cracked bike
frame that I'll cut apart and put into the recycle bin. And so it will
continue all year.
I
can't take credit for the idea -- it's something that I read on a blog
some time last year. But I've implemented into my life. At some point
I'll have to slow down the off-load, though being brutally honest, that
could be years down the line.
It's said that the richest person is not the one who has the most, but who needs the least.
Who knows, maybe I'll get rich along the way.
1 comment:
I went through a similar thing about 20 years ago downsizing her from a house to an apartment. She had saved everything from aluminum paper to wrapping paper. It took us weeks to deal with it. I was in college so one benefit was that I furnished an entire apartment if my own with the hand-me-downs.
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