It’s just after midnight, and once again sleep is nothing more
than a faraway idea.
It could be the Red Bull this afternoon, keeping me awake…it
could be binge watching episodes of Stalker before bed. Or, I could be
desperately in need of some time to write…and post the things I have been
writing.
Either way, I am grateful to Troy for leaving out a few of
my herbal tea K-Cups when he packed up the rest of the pantry. Anticipating my
insomnia? He says I Love You that
way, when he thinks of me.
It’s not just our pantry contents. Most of our belongings
are in boxes at the moment. What hasn’t been given away, donated to thrift
stores, purged, recycled, or burned (Yes, burned.
That was a fun night) is safely packed away in liquor store boxes marked storage or tiny house. We have a small selection of items going with us to the
main house, where we will live while the tiny house is under construction.
These things consist mainly of clothing (all of Troy’s wardrobe and about 1/3
of mine & P’s) office supplies, food, and toiletries. Everything else will sit
patiently in newspaper and bubble wrap until our tiny house is move in ready.
This adventure is becoming real.
It is interesting to me, to see the heap of stuff we moved
in here with and the fraction of it that we are leaving with. It is interesting
to me, to think of the year we spent buying furniture, décor, clothing and
other junk just to fill this space…and now we spend our hours trying to empty
it. I don’t know if I really believed in the power of consumerism until I
witnessed this transformation. I don’t know if I really believed Troy, when he
told me I was a hoarder.
In just ten days we will wave goodbye to our big house, our
first house, this great house. And while I am saddened over some of the things
we will leave here, I am altogether filled with relief to be going. There is
nothing that exists inside this structure that we cannot have, do, or feel
anywhere else. In ten days we will close the door, and hand over the keys – no longer
ours. We will cut ties with yet another anchor that has held us down this year,
and we will be so very free.
I couldn’t be any more excited.
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