(This is part of a ten-minute blog challenge put out by my new friend, Sarah Kovac, whose book, In Capable Arms, I cannot wait to read. Check out the link. I wrote this in ten minutes, so be kind.)
We knew
it was temporary. Friends of ours were taking a two-year teaching contract in
Malaysia and needed to rent out their home. We needed to dispense with our 21-year-old
mobile home but were not ready to commit to a purchase. It was win-win. We
moved in, treating it like an extra-long vacation at a nice resort, except you
do your own cooking and housekeeping. I was determined to enjoy every minute.
But
now, the jig’s up. They’re coming back to Canada and need to sell the house so
they can buy another. They got an offer we dare not match. So be it. Fair enough.
We
house-shopped for about three weeks and settled on one we could both live with. He loves the garage and I love the kitchen. My
writing space will have all day sun exposure. It will be a shorter walk to work
when I’m not too lazy to do it. And we will never have to spit toothpaste into
the same sink at the same time again. Unless we want to.
I’m excited for possession date to arrive. Packing has begun and since we’re moving to a pretty compact house by comparison, some stuff is just gonna have to go. While it’s good to get rid of junk before someone else is forced to do it for you, going through your old stuff is an exercise in time travel. I find myself lost in a world that no longer exists, looking at old photos or reading things I wrote decades ago. And I’m torn over the craziest items. Do I keep this dress from my high school choir days? Well, seriously, who else would want it? What about my collection of decorative tins? They haven’t been unpacked for four years, I can obviously survive quite nicely without them. To the thrift shop they go.
I
used Facebook to help me decide about my collection of antique high school
texts of Shakespearean plays, most with fountain-pen notations in the margins,
some going back to 1918. To my surprise, my daughter (the Queen of
de-cluttering and downsizing) is interested in them!
Well,
that settles it. The “keep” pile.
Most of
all, I’m struck by the reminders of God’s faithfulness through the years. The
choir dress represents a host of Christian teachers and fellow students who
invested in me way back when. Most of the playbooks were a loving gift from a
dear friend and member of the church drama team I led for 20 years. The various
articles and stories I wrote over the years tell of heartaches, blessings, challenges,
and growth.
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Good luck in your new home... If you don't love it or use it, toss it! Such a wonderful thing that your home is filled with good memories. Enjoy the reminiscing!
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DeleteI love it. What an exciting time in your lives.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sue. And I do appreciate your finding these little treasures for me.
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