Getting ready for a move is so chaotic and angsty for me! Reading your reflection gave me hope and inspiration that maybe the next time there’s a big shift in my life I can take the time to really hold things. Both the emotional and physical baggage I’m clearing out of packing away and saving for another time. Inevitably when I move there’s just one or two boxes filled with loose change, one lost sock found under the heavy dresser, broken crayons and, 500 Bobby pins. The detritus of our life. It’s inevitable no matter how thoughtful the packing has been, we always end up with this loose box of bits, valuable enough to be used again, but lost from their original purpose, hoping to be reunited and returned to use for fear of being lost to the landfill. There’s an impulse when I’m packing to toss things out and just allow the dump to deal with the 1/2 roll of wrapping paper that’s been sitting under my bed for three years. Hopefully the next time we have to move house, I can re read this post and remember to slow down, take my time and appreciate what a gift this life, these things and this place all are.
So so true! Especially as things wind to a close, there always remains those last odds and ends that’ve been avoided and can’t be avoided any longer. Because we’ve been anticipating this move for a while, we’ve been making our best efforts to start this process early as to not toss and waste in haste. It’s imperfect but I think it’s made a difference. Here’s to hoping that random box or bag of little extras doesn’t find its way into our new tiny place :)
Getting ready for a move is so chaotic and angsty for me! Reading your reflection gave me hope and inspiration that maybe the next time there’s a big shift in my life I can take the time to really hold things. Both the emotional and physical baggage I’m clearing out of packing away and saving for another time. Inevitably when I move there’s just one or two boxes filled with loose change, one lost sock found under the heavy dresser, broken crayons and, 500 Bobby pins. The detritus of our life. It’s inevitable no matter how thoughtful the packing has been, we always end up with this loose box of bits, valuable enough to be used again, but lost from their original purpose, hoping to be reunited and returned to use for fear of being lost to the landfill. There’s an impulse when I’m packing to toss things out and just allow the dump to deal with the 1/2 roll of wrapping paper that’s been sitting under my bed for three years. Hopefully the next time we have to move house, I can re read this post and remember to slow down, take my time and appreciate what a gift this life, these things and this place all are.
So so true! Especially as things wind to a close, there always remains those last odds and ends that’ve been avoided and can’t be avoided any longer. Because we’ve been anticipating this move for a while, we’ve been making our best efforts to start this process early as to not toss and waste in haste. It’s imperfect but I think it’s made a difference. Here’s to hoping that random box or bag of little extras doesn’t find its way into our new tiny place :)