This time we downsize. Seriously downsize. We’re forced to make hard decisions. I will not jam everything we own into this little cottage. I refuse to stash stuff in the garage. I will not store boxes under beds.
There will be space to move around and to enjoy those things we take with us. And we will miss those things we couldn’t take because…..well, just because. We must be dedicated and purposeful in our mission.
We study the plans, the room sizes, the walls, the windows, the lighting, the electrical outlets. We measure by inch; not foot. We play with cut-outs of our furniture. We imagine how the art will look in the new light. We are resolute in our less-is-more approach. However harsh that may prove to be.
There’s just one little problem. We speak a language born of many, many years together. All our stuff has names.
When something has a name, it takes on a life of it’s own. It’s harder to part with. It may be inanimate but through the years, it’s grown a patina, a soul. We say a quiet hello when we pass by whoever/whatever it is. Eventually, it says hello right back. Extended conversations are not unusual.
So, as we walk through the house, we consult with Artful, Deanne, Mary, Jean, Pam, and Russell.
We reminisce with Edith, Celeste, Lynn, Uncle Charlie, Ming, Martha, Hepple, EJ, Coleen and Ashley.
We caucus with Sheila, Dottie, Cindi, Julia, Steve, Carolyn, Adele, Jill and all the others.
We explain the move and the need to leave some of them behind. We know it will be hard but this is the way it has to be.
And then, we collectively wipe our tears, take a deep breath and say: “Never mind. We’ll figure out a way. Of course, you’ll come with us. How could we possibly leave you behind? You’re family.”
So, if the walls are a little crowded, some drawers are a bit overstuffed, a piece of furniture is slightly too large, who cares? Family and friends stay together.
“Less is more” (or at least equal) image thanks to makingthegradellc.com