Monday, July 30, 2007

Letting go

I get attached to stuff. Places, houses, cars, things with sentimental value... They become part of who I am. I don't have a great memory, so I'm often afraid that if I get rid of something, I'll forget. Believe it or not, this does not end up making me a pack rat. I have no problem getting rid of least I tell myself that. I do come from a long line of pack rats, and my pack rattage does not compare to my grampa's, or even to my mother's! :)

In the next month, we are having a garage sale and moving. Some of the things we need to get rid of remind me of stories. Nick bought gold boots in England, for example. They are the ugliest things I've ever seen, yet part of me wants to beg him to keep them. They remind me of a more carefree time in life, when we bought things like gold boots just because they were funny. This townhouse, although very plain and on a busy street, is a place our girls grew up a lot. Audrey went from four days old to (probably before we move) walking. We are also still trying unsuccessfully to sell the Jetta, the car that was my dream as a teenager and college kid.

The fact is, I need to release these things. I grew up singing a hymn called "This World is Not My Home." It was running through my head yesterday.

This world is not my home, I'm just passing through.
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue.
The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

What is really important to me, my husband and kids, and even my memories go with me even as we leave "stuff" behind.


  1. Yuck, I am trying to clean out closets and my garage. I hate it!! I also tagged you again

  2. Wow, it sounds like you're telling my story. I am going to thru the same emotions. Moving is hard! Especially because we're downgrading both in size and in quality. BUT--it's not forever. That's what I keep telling myself. Only for a season.

  3. Kyla, I am going to have to come up with a tag to get you back for that one... :)

    Liz, we have tons to look forward to. Only for a season is right.

  4. If it were not for books (and fabric, now) I could easily live in a very sparse enviroment. I am getting better about books, and the fabric will dwindle as I learn to sew.

    Houses, cars, towns... they are easy for me to change. Not sure why, but I love moving on. I'm just glad that blogs and email are available to keep up with the people that stay behind.