My husband, dog, cat, and tank full of fish are moving in ohhhhhh....14 days and counting. We've done some packing (started last week). We have a 750 sq foot one bedroom, second floor garden apartment....and after about 5 carloads full of boxes, we STILL can't believe how much stuff is still hanging on the walls and lurking in the corners, behind furniture and under the bed.
I can fill you in on what's causing all this "stuff"... It could be my 10+ paper boxes full of books (all of which I've read, good or bad...but I refuse to sell or get rid of any of my book collection) and Marty's insane collection of sports memorabilia (books, photos, baseball/football card collection, picture frames, plaques). another collection...baskets and bucket loads of Jack's toys from 6 years ago to today...all of which, once again, I refuse to part with.
As we pack up our lives into boxes to bring to the new house, we are forced to make a decision...take it or junk it. It's easy for me...I mean, seriously....the New York Giants and Yankees obsession my husband has is officially out.of.control. How many newspapers from years' past do you need to hang on to?!?!? He has more framed photos, magazines, plastic cups from stadium beers, tickets, napkins, football cards and sports memorabilia than the Georgia Sports Hall of fame...the largest sports museum. Unfortunately, we absolutely positively CANNOT part with ANY of it...it'll "all be worth something someday!"
Not holding my breath.
How about all the technology that we have? We have 4 laptops, 2 iPads, who knows how many damn ipods that we haven't used in YEARS because of pandora, computer screens, a server (yes, a server...what people normally have at work...we have in our apt...I married a tech dweeb), numerous keyboards (not sure if they work or not...ask Marty), video game stations, laptops (not the ones mentioned above) that surely DO NOT work, hard drives, surround sounds...and I haven't even started on the amount of cables, cords, cds and chargers... But...everyone has their vices, and it could be worse. I DO have more books than the average town library and enough plants to make a new Forrest.
Now we move on to Jack, our dog's, luggage. I admit...mostly my fault. He has buckets and doggie beds FULL of every toy imaginable or ever sold at pet smart or petco. (Thankfully, we have stock in both 😄) if there was a commercial for it, he has it. He's a spoiled pup, but Marty and I both agree he's completely worth it....so, we will pack up his things and take them along with us.
Next, Annabelle...the forgotten devil kitty. She doesn't have many belongings. Technically...she is the " middle child" between Jack and the fish. Actually, all of her toys are in a cardboard box already ( it's her toy box)...I'll admit...kinda sad. But, she is the spawn of satan. Enough About her...she peed on my favorite handbag in rebellion of the move.
Now, onto the foliage, aka house plants. Yes, I have too many, but they make me happy. There is Jumangi (yes, named after the children's movie with Robbin Williams back in 1995) who is now 5 years old and blooms twice a year, Powell's plant ( a plant I gave to Marty in memory of his best friend), palm trees and avocado trees from seedlings, Jade, a jade plant, and numerous interior plants I've picked up off of clearance at stop and shop or lowes that were about to die and I was able to bring back to perfect health. Yes, I felt bad for them...so I bought them. Do I have an issue? Maaayyybbeeee....or maybe I just have an infatuation with saving living things. Who knows...my brain is complex...I confuse and entertain the girls at work on a daily basis without even trying.
We do have ENTIRELY too much stuff for two people and a handful of animals...but this is our life. These are our memories...and if they mean something to one of us, they mean something to all of us. We are a team...and we're doing this together...devil kitty, sports memorabilia and all.
Through all of this, we've come to an agreement...we would much rather get rid of most of if not all of our hand-me-down furniture than trash our memories. Furniture, after all can be replaced. It's our memories that have brought us to where we are And remind us of where we've been.
Here's to the next chapter....with a crapload of useless, yet, meaningful "stuff"...
Ride on.
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