Out of My House!
April 28th, 2010
The timing of my parent’s condo purchase has been quite fortuitous. We’re ready to embark on the adventure of turning our guest bedroom into a second nursery, and so we were able to simply offload most of the contents of the room directly to my parent’s place.
This simple act of furniture removal — a bed and a bookshelf were the heart of the room — has sparked some sort of decluttering frenzy in my soul and I have been cheerfully divesting myself of as much stuff as possible over the last couple days.
We sent a spare dining table and chairs to the condo (how/why, exactly, did we have a spare just hanging around the house?), along with a huge bean bag chair that didn’t really fit in the den, a whole bunch of sheets for the bed we gave them, and a table lamp.
I tried to convince them that they needed a small desk that I don’t use and when they declined, I promptly sold it on Craig’s List.
It feels so good to have less stuff around. And I want to get rid of more. I find myself eyeing all of my belongings speculatively, wondering if we really need them. I’m not sure where this impulse comes from. Certainly not from either of my parents who are both fairly compulsive savers. The couch they brought with them for their condo, for example, they’ve had since the late 1970s.
And we won’t discuss the frightening visage that is the basement of their house back in Chicago. It gives me nightmares.
Regardless of the source of this need to have less, I am reveling in this lightening of our load. Now, if I can just convince my husband to part with a few of his 74 billion books…