2/27/2020 –

I had four days after my brother-in-law’s wedding to finish packing into storage tubs or selling off the rest of what we own.  I have lost all respect for used furniture dealers (not sure that I ever had any because I never thought about them one way or the other before).  The first place made an appointment to come view and buy after seeing photos and giving me an approximate price.  However, they never showed up for their appointment and never responded to any of my voicemails.  The second place came and gave me an even crappier price than the first place’s already crappy price.  With 24 hours to go, my options were cram that stuff into storage too or take the crappy price and get the stuff out of my sight.  I chose option two.  

  • Let the moving begin!
  • The truck fills up. . .

It is a strange feeling to see your life summarized by looking at the contents of a storage unit.  Most of the time when you move, things are brought into a new home and spread around.  They are staged for living.  Standing at the door to the storage unit and watching two movers haul my stuff in and stack it for non-use was emotional.  I actually got a lump in my throat.  My life fits in a 10X20 garage (and it’s not even stacked very high). 

  • A life summarized. . .

I have to remind myself that my life is not all the things piled into a metal cube.  My life amounts to more than that.  Those are the accoutrements of my life.  My actual life is a husband who still loves me enough after 21 years to invite me on the road with him, a family who makes me laugh until my stomach hurts and new experiences daily that will not only fill this blog, but will fill my head and heart with memories.