I’m sorry I haven’t done a post for some time. Recently, my mind has been occupied with completing the sale of my house and I just found it hard to focus on anything else. If anyone has ever moved before you know what I am talking about. Also, some bookwork popped up that I had to attend to.
Now the sale of the house has been completed - fingers still crossed but all is going well.
I have a house bought in a nice area of the town, and while the formalities of that have still to be completed, it appears as if I will soon be on the move.
Now the real work begins. Tomorrow I start packing. Not a nice job but, in a strange way, I’m looking forward to it. It signifies reaching another stage in what has been a long arduous process. I think also the timing is going to be in my favour because I hope to have occupancy of the new house taken before I have to move from here. In that way, I will not have to move all in one go but will be able to do it over a period of time.
The big decision now is what to take and what to dispose of. Well, the size of the new house and its layout will determine what can be taken and then the question will be what to dispose of and how to dispose of it.
I read a friends post yesterday about she packing her things for a garage sale and the thoughts and feelings that went through her mind. I know exactly how she felt. Somebody, in a comment to her, referred to possessions as inanimate things. Are our possessions inanimate? In the strict sense of the meaning, of course they are, and we can be sceptical and say it’s a piece of rubbish - get rid of it, but the worth of an article is not in its monetary value or its condition, but in the story it can tell. I can pick up something that doesn’t have significant monetary value and yet it can tell me all kinds of significant tales.
Upstairs, from the far corner of a forgotten storage area, my son pulled out an old battered suitcase. It must be very old because it is made of pure leather and I don’t think they make them like that anymore. We both sat each side of it, examined it and wondered what kind of a story it could tell if we knew its language. Neither one of us knew its language because we had never seen it before. But, I’m sure it had been many places and I just can’t see it as junk. I hope it can be found a home someplace or, perhaps, recycled into something else. I just can’t see it ending its days in the rubbish dump.
Tomorrow the packing starts in earnest, and I’m confident it will be all systems go from there. I am allowing myself plenty of time to pack things up and listen to old suitcases and anything else I think might have a story to tell.