It is nearly a month since I posted to my blog. I know this isn't the way to build a big following, but right now I am not interested in building a following. I'm still in the "purge and merge" stage of melding our two households into one. It is trickier than it seemed last July, when Tom proposed, or even last month, when I finally got my dresser here. As a matter of fact, it is more of a challenge as time goes on.
Like so many tasks, the hardest part of the job can be finishing it. So I have done the easy parts, the things that don't require much consideration. No pot for making soup? Simple — bring my own. No room in the files? That's easy — two sets of files are here now, one in a cabinet and one rolling and portable. Books? Keep the ones I love, which turned out to be most of them. The rest went to the library sale.
Now I am faced with the hard choices. My grandmother's Limoges? Hand wash. No microwave. Who would bother to use it? The 1930's-era cedar chest that belonged to my parents. Beautiful wood, beautiful carved scene on the front. No room here. My large mahogany desk? Definitely no room here.
I have the sense that I will feel a burden lifted once these things are successfully moved out. I know for sure I'll feel lighter, free to step into the next thing with nothing dragging me down. And best of all will be to have the condominium sold and happily occupied by others. It is a great place, with wonderful neighbors, but it is not my place any more.
If my life up to this point has been like that of a decorator crab, adding on everything that looks attractive, then I must un-decorate, one thing at a time, so I can dance into the next chapter unencumbered. I am grateful that I have a wonderful partner for the dance.
