Because we’ll be going into a smaller home, I’ve been going through each box and doing a major purge. I’m finding things I haven’t seen since my kids were babies, and am also packing up things for my Ex as I come across them. I don’t believe there is much of that stuff left, since I’ve done searches in previous years. I keep finding myself teary eyed as I find a story or piece of art work from my sweet boys and am keeping the most special of those. I hope to scan them later, as some are really gorgeous.
I find myself puzzled with what to do with some of my memorabilia. I’ll be scanning newspaper clippings and the like, but some things, like my ballet costumes from elementary school days? My baptism gown and candle? The wedding dress, album and cards from my marriage to the father of my children? I’ve got all the jewelry put away for the boys in case they want it, but I don’t think they will EVER care about that other stuff. Photographs are scanned or being scanned as part of a project for my entire multi-thousand photo family archive, which I know will some day mean quite a lot to them. But it’s not like I have daughters, and there’s no guarantee that even girls would want to inherit my old tutu’s.
Looking at the ballet costumes, I wonder if that’s where my love of fairies and Italy came from, as my ballet class did performances representing both. Sadly, I no longer have my white jumpsuit from my tap and jazz performance of “Disco Duck.” I loved the dance classes, but gave them up because the ballet toe shoes intimidated me, and I wish I could go back and tell that little girl to balls up and give it a try. After seeing all the classes that friend Laura Burns is taking, I’ve added ballet classes to my wish list. We can’t afford them now, but … some day.
On Saturday afternoon, overwhelmed with another migraine and our house in complete disarray, we decided to skip the box-by-box purge for now. As I mentioned previously, it’s now about speed to market. I’m hoping to be moving furniture on Monday or Tuesday at the latest, with help from my son and nephew (I hope!).
It’s 1:30 in the morning, and I’m taking a break from packing. I’ve had a migraine most of the day, and it finally eased. Chooch and Naughty Bear are asleep as normal people should be, but I am playing catch-up for lost days due to the migraines (yesterday and today).
The break is not due to physical need, it’s because of emotional need. I’m surprised at how much difficulty I’m having as I pack up the little things: gifted fairies, figurines painted by our family, Serenity figurines, books and all the things that make this house our home. I knew it would be tough to pack away photos of loved ones, especially those no longer with us. I am keeping my digital photo frame, so I can turn it on when I’m missing the personality of the place and keep it off the rest of the time.
Part of it is seeing the mix of things from before we started podcasting and entered this amazing community, and things after we met some amazing people that now reside in our hearts. Adding to the shelves over the years was fun, be it books, figurines or memorabilia from conventions and gatherings. Seeing these items spread out is fascinating. It’s like finding the dividing line between layers of rock, there is a clear delineation of these times in our lives (like after a comet smashes into the Earth).
I look at some of the items that I’ve had on display for years with new eyes and wonder if it truly fits who we are today. Nothing will be gotten rid of yet, we’ll make those decisions as we unpack at the next place. It is interesting to see how much and adult can evolve in six years. Changing interests as my experiences changed and allowing more of my own personal style into the backdrop of our home where once I hid it away as being “too feminine” in a house full of males. Amazing what a supportive mate can bring out in you, as I look at some of these things and know that they represent events, people and experiences that would have never, and I do mean never, happened without his influence.
Edit: It’s now Tuesday evening, and the initial, main-level packing is done. The furniture has been moved and I do not like it. The time until we (hopefully) sell will feel like forever, as this is not the home we’ve built up over the last six years. I’m bummed about it right now, and shocked every time I move from room to room. I know that will fade, especially when we finish moving things around and add generic touches.
Still, I miss our silly belongings. They seem oh, so, silly, compared to the decor in friends houses. But we love our toys and our webcomic statues and prints. Having a signed box by the dev’s at Lord of the Rings Online? That resided in a place of honor on our bookshelf, right next to the “Cardboard Tube Samurai” and “Big Damn Hero – River” figurines. That shelf was directly above the one a half shelves of signed books, CD’s and DVD’s from podcast authors, signed authors, musicians and creatives. THAT was hard to pack away as well.
And I miss the faces of our friends and family with all the pictures down. Generic only, remember? I’m updating the digital photo frame and will keep it on when I’m home so I don’t lose my place in the world.
Seeing Kaylee move around in our space and watching her try to make sense of the changes is strangely reassuring to me. Our little piece of the world has changed, and hopefully it will lead to better things. I don’t mean to be emo, just reflective of how silly it is that these material items being a couple miles away in boxes can throw me for such a loop. Gonna have to examine that, methinks. Lord knows, there are bigger things afoot in the world.
8 replies on “Flooded And Contemplative”
Hon, let me know if you need help getting rid of stuff. I’m really good at getting rid of stuff. I don’t keep anything.
Thanks, Andrea. But as you’ve seen by the basket of things I brought over I’m okay letting go of things, now that I’m motion. There’s just *so* much. My own fault, I know!
Thanks for the offer of help!
Back at ya, babe!
Hugs. It’s hard they aren’t every just things. They are memories and experiences. Hint to take or leave: If the ballet costumes represent disappointment in yourself for giving it up, let them go. (You’ve learned courage since then.)
I also think all the nifty things you described that other people don’t have are things that make a place really interesting. When not on the market, a home should reflect the interests and loves of its family. I wish for less clutter in my home because it’s tiny, and I hate to dust, but in truth the sanitzed modern look never suited me.
Wishing you strength and emotional fortitude in your journey.
Thank you, Sara. I can say that I’m not disappointed about having given up on ballet. My life just went a different direction. I’m charmed by their existence and that I’ve held on to them this long. I’ve decided to save them, and packed them up with some things from my childhood.
I don’t like the sanitized look either. At least, I must not since I always have silly little things around me, LOL!
Thank you so much for the read, and most especially for your kind words.
Wow. Thank you for this. I am doing the exact same thing right now (packing to move somewhere smaller) but because of a divorce. My changes to self have been sudden, only over a year (not 6) but they have been wonderful, amazing changes. Changes that have given me the strength to do this. Changes that brought phenominal people (like you and Chooch) into my life. Changes that resulted in a set of souviniers from my 1st Con experience (Balticon) being among the items I recently unearthed. I understand. I gently packed them up and moved them 20 miles away. It hurts. But, at the same time it means a new adventure awaits. Thank you for letting me know that I am not alone. And thank you for being in my life as we go through this stuff. Can’t wait to see you guys again.
Sue, You are most definitely not alone. It’s an awful process, and we’ll both get through it!
Thanks for the read and the comment!