Two suburbanite boomers throw caution to the wind, postpone retirement, and move to a farm in Indiana. There they intend to live happily ever after.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
As I've mentioned before, I have a really hard time getting rid of stuff. And when my mom passed away, I inherited a whole houseful of things I felt I had to keep, most of which ended up in the basement. If it were up to me, that's where it would all have lived forever. But when we sold the house to my son, he understandably wanted it gone.
And so, we had a yard sale at our old house Saturday. In preparation, the stuff we're keeping was boxed and stacked at the new place, but there was a lot left over. I didn't mind letting the bulk of it go, but I did have to go inside and hold back tears for a while when someone asked for "all the old stuff".
The "old stuff" meant my mother's things and my grandmothers' things that I grew up seeing every day. Things that I would never again use or want, but that were loaded with emotional connections.
And when somebody made off with the things from my kids' childhood, it took every ounce of willpower to avoid a full-blown hoarder meltdown straight from that TV show "Buried Alive". I did snatch back one little board game from the pile, but other than that I think I handled it pretty well. Though I do wish I had kept these two toys. And the basket they're sitting in. And that tin just behind them. And the one behind that...