Wednesday, September 24, 2008
It's just stuff, but boy, there's a LOT of it!!
One of the most frustrating things about my move from Arizona to Florida was that I was too physically ill from treatment to do the usual pre-relocation sort and purge. As a result, when we arrived here, I found myself unpacking things like rocks that my children had collected in their rooms "because they were pretty".
The most obvious stuff got thrown away when we unpacked here (while I said prayers of gratitude that I wasn't the one paying the freight for rocks...), but other things were simply put away with the vague assumption that I would get around to really organizing our house the way I wanted to someday when I was feeling better.
I began the process when we decided to market this house, but my good intentions were often pushed aside by the demands of my back-to-school, quasi-single parent schedule/taxi service.
With our home in chaos, the issue has been forced. I'm trying to reclaim my bathroom, where the contents of my closet were tossed when our carpets were pulled. Yesterday, I took a HUGE load of clothes and shoes that I haven't worn in ages to Goodwill, along with (get this) FORTY hats and countless scarves and bandannas.
It was strange to let go of the head coverings that had been the most despised part of my daily wardrobe for the better part of a year...I kept wondering if I should keep them "just in case". Then I took a deep breath, decided to trust God with whatever the future holds, and pushed the bag into the donation bin. Replacing hats is easy, giving my worst fears over, not so much.
I'm off to finish sorting the decade of scrap booking supplies that were unceremoniously thrown in boxes when they were packed to move here (I had just finished an album for my nephew during my first round of chemo). I've come to the painful realization that it's been WAY too long since I've faced my memories...the Little Guy's baby book stops at seven months (He'll be FOUR in February), and our family books stop sometime in the summer of 2005.
I've got this insane notion that I'm going to work on the books while we're in temporary housing ...and sew costumes for Halloween, and supervise our reconstruction, oh, AND promote the book (copies should be here today or tomorrow!!). It could happen....
The insurance person comes tomorrow...demo should start Monday. Thanks for your prayers and support and keep 'em coming!
The most obvious stuff got thrown away when we unpacked here (while I said prayers of gratitude that I wasn't the one paying the freight for rocks...), but other things were simply put away with the vague assumption that I would get around to really organizing our house the way I wanted to someday when I was feeling better.
I began the process when we decided to market this house, but my good intentions were often pushed aside by the demands of my back-to-school, quasi-single parent schedule/taxi service.
With our home in chaos, the issue has been forced. I'm trying to reclaim my bathroom, where the contents of my closet were tossed when our carpets were pulled. Yesterday, I took a HUGE load of clothes and shoes that I haven't worn in ages to Goodwill, along with (get this) FORTY hats and countless scarves and bandannas.
It was strange to let go of the head coverings that had been the most despised part of my daily wardrobe for the better part of a year...I kept wondering if I should keep them "just in case". Then I took a deep breath, decided to trust God with whatever the future holds, and pushed the bag into the donation bin. Replacing hats is easy, giving my worst fears over, not so much.
I'm off to finish sorting the decade of scrap booking supplies that were unceremoniously thrown in boxes when they were packed to move here (I had just finished an album for my nephew during my first round of chemo). I've come to the painful realization that it's been WAY too long since I've faced my memories...the Little Guy's baby book stops at seven months (He'll be FOUR in February), and our family books stop sometime in the summer of 2005.
I've got this insane notion that I'm going to work on the books while we're in temporary housing ...and sew costumes for Halloween, and supervise our reconstruction, oh, AND promote the book (copies should be here today or tomorrow!!). It could happen....
The insurance person comes tomorrow...demo should start Monday. Thanks for your prayers and support and keep 'em coming!
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Praying for you my friend. Hang in there. :)
{{{HUGS}}} Your post reminds me of a song in which the lyrics state, "Let me let go." I think it's a Faith Hill song, but not sure. The word just keep coming to my mind lately. I'm thinking it's about time for a post of my own. I'm glad to see you reach that point, but sorry it has to happen like this. Praying for you=)
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