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| These were made by my sister in 1993. I put them in a box in 1997. I reopened the box in 2013. This is what happens when you, your family and friends have large basements or garages. |
This whole downsizing and moving to an island in the middle of the ocean thing has put me face to face with everything I own.
Everything.
Scary porcelain night light with pink roses that has been in a box since my freshman year of college, I'm looking at you.
Awkward photos from all phases of my life including junior high mission trips? Check.
Coffee cups that I didn't like but hadn't bothered to give away? Double check.
Animated singing, stuffed pig from a white elephant exchange? Checkity check.
Having a garage is great for extending the life of your car. Not so great for living in a more minimal way. Instead of getting rid of it, you put it a box in the garage. Out of sight, out of mind. Until later.
Friends, later has arrived.
My company will move a max of 3000lbs of my stuff. After that it gets really expensive.
Next Tuesday the movers come to pack my stuff. It's either coming with me or going to a new home. Possibly your home.
Over the weekend when friends came to visit they left with additional door prizes.
Thanks for taking my couch, would you also like an ice cream maker?
What? You like those floral prints on the wall? They're yours!
For a long time I've considered myself a person more focused on experiences than things.
I was really sure that I gave away more than I accumulated.
Who was I kidding?
Should my new motto be more sea turtles and less stuff?
More mai tais and less material? Less fleece, more fun?
I can only hope I learned my lesson after living in the same townhouse for 7 years.
The lesson? Love it or leave it
Do you have any downsizing or moving advice?
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