We’re moving in a few months and I know it’s too soon to pack, but the enormity of this task has been keeping me up at night. So I made a deal with myself to do something each day towards that goal – clean a drawer, organize a shelf, recycle, or just take inventory and make a plan.
Turns out I have a lot of stuff – sentimental stuff, precious cargo. They say admitting to the addiction is step one.
There’s work ahead.
I’ve had two boxes of sterling silver flatware sets sitting in an upstairs bookcase for the last thirteen years, since we lost Mum. One of the sets was hers and the other belonged to my grandmother, Mildred. I loved that I had them, but had never used them, and likely never would. With an okay from Juliet, and keeping a few pieces for posterity, I sold them to a local jewelry store. It was time. Telling myself the windfall was their gift made letting go easier.
I’m thinking of Juliet through all of this. It’s all heading her way one day.
The ashes of beloved pets, Betty, Bill, and Curley, have been living in urns on my bureau since their end. I’ll admit it gave me comfort to keep them close. A few weeks ago I visited Marlene and scattered their ashes around her. At least I know where they are.
One step at a time, this life changing event is clearly underway. Will I know myself when it’s over?
Precious Cargo – my new knit design, published 7/29/2022.