We are downsizing. Our current house is 1100 square feet and the new one is 850. Once my children come pick up their things I will have plenty of room, right? Oh wait, I may have forgotten (until standing face to face with it) the 900 square foot basement here (filled) and the 500 square foot garage (also filled). Why is it that I must put a sentiment to all material items? A character to all inanimate? The four hundred plus jars of canned goods? Yes, those ought to go over to the new house. Fifteen or so blankets and quilts? It’s gonna be cold this winter and the wood stove looks small now. The antique, gorgeous couch that has been peed on by three goats, two cats (thanks to the goats), and a baby? Um, no, this should definitely stay but I keep trying to pack everything instead of truly simplifying.
50 or so odd wall paintings and décor. Christmas stuff. Oy, lots of Christmas stuff! Bikes, three tubs of photos, other holiday décor (plastic pumpkins anyone, perhaps a witch?), garden tools, more art and sewing stuff than kitchen stuff. Millions of wash rags.
I am making a craft/sewing area. We have a small space to store outdoor tools and such. I have to rethink storage. Things like, if I am going to take the picnic basket, where am I going to put it?
But the biggest challenge is trying to wrap my head around where all this stuff came from. It seems that we downsize every time we move yet have more stuff than I can fathom. Sentimental stuff, you know, from Craigslist.
It’s time to get ruthless. Places for folks to sit, some wall décor, beds, pretty linens, some dishes (Okay, all the dishes, baby steps, y’all!), and things that infuse our house with welcoming touches. Seriously, no one wants to sit on that couch.