Work continues, full force, prepping the house for the short sale. Seems like such a simple thing but the boy and I now only have clothing that actually fits our bodies. For too long he’d had too-small t-shirts stashed away in his dresser drawers. I’d been clinging to old favorite dresses from forever ago that would never feasibly fit me again. But that’s good news for the local ladies of Summer of Dresses! A few good ones got away, to the Goodwill, before I realized I should hang on to them. But I have culled a dozen or so of the most amazing from the discard pile to swap and share. I’m looking forward to the Frocktails kick-off party!
Discarding fully half of our possessions really has been liberating. But I wonder how well what’s left over will fit into a two bedroom apartment and whether we have to purge even more. I can’t wait until we’re on the other side of this. Right now I feel like I’m being held hostage by this stupid house. The work is seemingly never-ending and expensive yet necessary repairs keep cropping up. Everything marked “H for Hazardous” in the housing pre-inspection has had to be corrected in order to list the house. The inspector comes back soon to sign off on the work. And today a “For Sale” sign popped up in front of the house. That made it feel so real. And hit me like a ton of bricks. Found myself getting all weepy about it. This house has been a huge burden and I have had real problems with it. But I also did the best I could to make it mine, to make it a good home for my son. It is gorgeous. And seeing it all gleaming and shining and de-cluttered now only makes it that much more bittersweet.
Not sure if this is more or less wistful, but I’ve finally posted trip round ups to go along with the photos. Oh, California dreaming - Los Angeles and Palm Springs style.
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i’m kind of going through the same thing, only we’re getting rid of stuff to move it into a bigger place. which sounds kind of counter-intuitive; but we realized that a lot of the stuff we have is just too much, and if we start with less, we won’t feel as cluttered. either way, i know we’re also relieved to be going into a situation where we’ll be spending less on rent, even if we do suddenly incur a lot more responsibility! *and* we can paint our rooms cool colors, like you did.
Wow. Freeing but always weird to get rid of things (even things you have not seen in forever).
The best of luck to you and the little man!
So very bittersweet. I’m sad for you to say goodbye to your home of many years, but so happy for you to unshoulder the stresses of maintaining and paying for it. Good luck!
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