One day at a time, one item at a time, I’m getting rid of the clutter and creating space in my home, my head and my life.
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Everyone hates the process of moving, even people like my friend Darlene, who can afford to pay a professional moving organizer to handle everything. All she has to do is tell the organizer when to come, where to take her belongings and ask the cost so she can write a check. The organizer does all the rest, and I do mean all. During Darlene’s last move, she left for Hawaii the day the organizer arrived, and when she returned to her new home, everything was put away in its proper place. Even her bed was made. Not a box in sight.
Now that I’m in the midst of my own move, that scenario has become my favorite fantasy. But alas, with fees starting at $10,000, it’s far beyond my financial means. There is less costly help, and I will be getting it. Just because I’m single doesn’t mean I have to do everything myself. But I will be the one who packs most of the boxes, and tosses the “what was I thinking?” and “I didn’t even remember I had this” items into the recycle and trash bins.
I guess I should be thankful it’s only been four years since my last move. I can’t imagine how people deal with this process when they’ve been in the same home for 10, 20 or more years. I’ve helped clear out homes for elderly people (my garage sale-addicted mom included) where every kitchen gadget and miracle cure elixir was among their “I need this” items — crammed into every corner, drawer and closet.
My newest resolution, which I hope will last longer than my pledge to stop eating sugar, is that I will no longer bring anything into my new house without “releasing” something else. For example, that pair of Jimmy Choo shoes on sale for 50 percent off at Nordstrom? Buy them — it’s a great deal. But in exchange, that old pair of motorcycle boots, which I haven’t worn since I had a boyfriend with a Harley 15 years ago, have to go!
Once I complete this present purge of clutter, I never want to let it creep back in, not even if it might make a good Halloween costume … someday. Same for all those attachments for the cake mixer (a way-back-when wedding present) that I have no idea how to attach, the shelf full of plastic containers (50 or more is a bit much for a woman living alone, don’t you think?), not to mention sheets for 10 beds, lipsticks I haven’t worn in eons, lingerie that hasn’t seen an appreciative glance in years, mismatched silverware — you get the picture. It all needs to go, and moving is one of the most effective ways, maybe the only way, to finally do the deed.
So God help me not to do the same thing at my new house. Just because it’s bigger doesn’t mean it has more space to keep stuff that serves no purpose. It’s a good philosophy for every area of my life. No more dragging around junk that just clogs up the closets and clutters my mind. One day at a time, one item at a time, I’m creating space in my home, my head and my life.
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