We’re in the process of purging, getting rid of stuff we don’t need anymore, trying to find homes for it all. And here’s what I've learned: I just might rather burn the house down and start over.
Seriously. There just isn’t a lot here that can’t be replaced. Photo albums and home videos . . . a handful of momento items . . . but not much else, really. I have scores of things in storage that bring back beautiful memories when I get them out and look at them – but if I never looked at them again and never had those specific memories again, my life would continue and I would still thrive.
That sounds kind of cold, probably. But it’s reality. Life goes forward. The moments and events that changed me for the better have already left their mark – I don’t need a physical memento to reactivate the effect.
To be honest, it would absolutely be a kick -- it would be unbelievably FREEING!! -- to lose all this stuff, get the insurance money, and be able to start over, purchasing only the stuff that now, when I’m older and wiser, I really see as important. Stuff that I REALLY need. Stuff that I REALLY will use. Stuff that I REALLY think is beautiful. Stuff that REALLY has meaning to me. I would be less concerned about quantity and more concerned about quality.
I would so never again allow myself to be a stuff collector. I would never again buy something at a garage sale or on a sale rack with the idea that someday I may find a use for it and then, by golly! I’ll have saved all this money and hassle! The stuff is a weight, a burden. Right now, the idea of living in a small apartment with nothing but the basics of life sounds SOOO inviting.
I may be wrong. Maybe I'd get into my small apartment, need a box to ship something in and long for my stash of empty boxes in the basement. Maybe. But I kind of doubt it.