I did not get to post a blog this past week and probably
will not get to post again for the next few weeks. Things are a little chaotic
at the moment; I’m in the process of moving.
Moving is
considered one of the most stressful times in a person’s life. Right there
along side of death in the family and divorce.
My family and I have lived in this house for twenty years. That’s a lot
of memory, both good and bad. Mostly good.
After my
husband’s death six and a half years ago, I chose to remain in the house with
my son and daughter. We had had enough upheaval for a lifetime and, I believed,
we needed this time to heal and regroup.
Now, with
my daughter having moved out and about to get married and with my son on his
way, with one foot out the door, the big family home has served its purpose.
When I
informed friends and family that I was going to downsize, I received mixed
reactions. Most people understood and encouraged me in taking this next step.
Others were, understandably, sentimental about the parties and good times
associated with my home. But unfortunately
one can’t remain frozen in time to satisfy the fond memories of other people,
as cherished as those memories may be.
Moving is
not easy under any circumstances but going through memorabilia and photos is
particularly emotional when you’ve lost a loved one. Also, deciding what to
keep, what to donate, what to toss….not easy either.
Still, with
the help of friends and family I’m doing it. At various times I find myself
feeling anxious, excited, sad, and hopeful. Cleansing one’s garage is extremely
cathartic. We all have way, way too much and can make do with a lot less than
we think we can. I’ll still hold on to
the special collectibles, to the precious baby mementos, but, truthfully, I’m
looking forward to simplifying my life.
I’ll be
posting again as soon as I get settled. Wish me luckJ
Thanks for joining me on RHODES LESS TRAVELED,
Vivian
