We collect stuff, as a society we are hoarders of things. Collectors and acquirers of things to fill our houses with.
I'm moving, which is about the most horrible thing you can do as an adult, even ahead of taxes and the finger from the doctor (guys know). Problem is between my rental and my new home there is an indeterminate gap of time, could be a week, could be a month. No one knows for sure, as we are waiting for the roofers to make time to throw a thousand square feet of shingles on top of it. So in the interim everything I own must go into storage.
When I say everything, I mean about half. I have a lot of crap. We have a lot of crap. So this move has been the great purge (still ongoing). I am moving and minimizing the clutter in my life. This shirt that fits but I'll never wear because it accentuates my moobs? Goodwill. This Barbie Doll with no head? Trash (when Bella isn't looking). The pile keeps growing, ripped underwear, little green army men, kitchen utensils that I don't even know how to use. If I don't need it, it gets the axe.
So the great purge is happening, I may be essentially homeless for a couple of weeks but I've done that before and survived. The question I keep asking myself is "do I want this enough to move it twice?" The answer has been no a lot more than you would think.
Don't get me wrong, I love stuff as much as the next guy. I don't have this Zen ability to be free of all possessions and just be cool with that. I have an entire box of parts at the house waiting to be installed on the HooDoo you can bet your ass I'm not throwing any of that away. All of my fishing gear is staying along with the extra set of Mudgrips that are just siting in my back porch.
I know when we get to the new place that I will have everything I need. My kids, my psychotic weiner dog, my truck, my friends (yea this is in order), and my family. The kids and I have lived in an apartment, a hotel, an Airstream, and a rent house since the divorce. It was always home as long as we were together. This new place has permanence which is a pretty singular feeling for all three of us.
So if my blog turns into one of those, do it yourself blogs. With step by step instructions on how to hang a chandelier in your bathroom, well, tough shit. I am sure someone will break my heart or one of the kids will do something awesome and it will be buisness as usual.