natjtan One picture frame, one watch, one door hinge, that was I what I broke on Monday alone. In the past week I’ve managed to break two watches, smash a jar of mustard (I didn’t like it any) and loose a pair of sunglasses. The house cleanse I wanted is happening, just not how I envisioned it.
Now the furniture has arrived and assembled, the cupboards are no longer used as an extension of the kitchen while Paul finishes a raw cuisine course, I can attack the last of the boxes. I’ve promised myself next time I move, I’m not moving with so much stuff. What’s the point of things being stowed away in a cupboard for years, only to be seen when I move. Somethings I have to save guard, some things are irreplaceable, but most of it can be recycled or reused by someone else. I can’t take things with me when I go and I’m sure the poor person doing the sorting won’t want it. I don’t want to be a contender for Hoarders either. So this time, I’m being a ruthless as I can, trying not to upset feelings.
When I moved to Spain from the UK, it wasn’t a 6 month suitcase affair, it was the whole house in a removal van as I knew I wasn’t going back. I cleansed then and on each move cleansed since. When I left home, my Mum gave me boxes of my favourite childhood toys, school reports and stocked the kitchen from her excess items. So you know where I get the can’t dispose it from. I feel I can breathe easier with less things around me and secretly hoping not all the ornaments survived the move. Makes that yes/no decision easier. Energy moves around easier with less clutter. Which brings me to my school reports.
I know why now, I used to dread my Dad coming home and reading them. I wasn’t bad student, a day dreamer (school wasn’t a happy place), didn’t apply myself as much as I could, handwriting’s bad (still is, somethings don’t change), quiet, later reports, good student, handwriting, needs to read work through, think more before hand. Anyways, I decided I didn’t want the negative energy in the house. They took me right back to being 7, 10, 15, 18, the loneliness, the introvert. So I did what anyone else in their sane mind probably wouldn’t do. I kept the 2 glowing reports from my English teacher in my last years of high school and the rest took outside to the paper recycling bin. I saved a tree instead.
You sound like you are getting there – I keep looking at my wardrobe and start to feel ruthless!! My mum sounds like yours and doesn’t like to let go of stuff, I dream about being different but I rarely am… If I am honest 🙂 x
We fight it and fight it and still we turn into our parents! My wardrobe is a tough one too. I have to go by if I haven’t worn in months or years, I’m not likely to again. But I still think maybe! Then I try it on and think what was I thinking buying this! Hope you had a great weekend X
ahhh moving is so tough! I still have items in boxes from my move and that was hmm..about 2 months ago?!! It will eventually get done. Oh and a raw cuisine class…how awesome is that?! I hope you get to try some of his yummy creations!!!
Yes, ‘It will eventually get done’. There’s always something better to do! The raw cuisine was a month long course and I did try a few things. Desserts were my favourite: coconut ice cream, no dairy, no tofu, ’nuff said!
Sounds so great!!