Since I know I want to move South, I decided to keep it simple. I really don’t want to move with all the stuff in this house. I went room to room eyeballing everything. I asked myself, “If I could only load a trailer, what would I take?” I realized that it wouldn’t bother me to leave most of it behind.
The dishes are cheap Corelle from Wal-Mart. Same with the TV stands. They are easily replaced. All of the preschool items and outdoor childrens’ play sets can go to my daughter for her children. The things harder to replace are the electronics, my violins, the food storage, along with other things. Those would go with me.
What does this mean? I have way too much junk.
The solution? Sell what I can to raise money to get out of here; donate or toss the rest.
The problem? The last time I tried to clean out the basement, I found very old computer software that none of our computers can use. I decided to toss them instead of trying to sell them. A buried shelving unit was going to be cleaned and sold. DH came downstairs to see what I was up to. He pitched a fit over me getting rid of anything. This included a broken car radio that fits none of our cars (which somehow managed to jump into a trash bag on its own) and three large TVs that don’t work.
Doing the whole house? That needs to be done when he isn’t around, and it’s still going to be a fight. It may be best to let him have the house, if he wants it, and take what I want and go. My main concern is leaving something behind that is buried somewhere, that I don’t remember, and remembering when it’s too late to get it.
I have a lot of thinking and planning to do.