We’re in the midst of a move. It’s not far, but it’s fairly major. It’s maybe the most physically and mentally exhausting move I’ve endured so far, even though it’s literally just a few blocks.
I’m looking forward to the chance to purge and rearrange thoughtfully, which is admittedly counter to my accumulative nature. I get particularly attached to furniture and vintage glassware. I’m still in love with Craigslist scores from five years ago, and the thought of reselling some of those things makes me unreasonably sad. I’m also at an age where I’m starting to accumulate things at family auctions, things I couldn’t ever sell to someone who didn’t have an emotional connection to my family.
I don’t like that about myself — that I get so attached to objects. But there’s something about being able to look around and remember the yard sale in a town I don’t live in anymore where I got a particular end table or fruit crate. It’s just stuff, I can hear my mom say. And I know I don’t need it. I know I can live without it. But it feels like home in a way that I don’t want to let go of.
That said, I am looking forward to an interior refresh…and new appliances and central air and a second bedroom and dedicated office and music space. I may document and share a little bit of the process here over the next few weeks and months as we settle in.
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