Saturday, September 16, 2017
We're empty nesters, more or less, and I didn't expect to feel like that.
But on to what I wanted to say, rather than what I haven't quite figured out how to talk about yet. I had to undecorate the halls so the movers could get furniture out without damaging my stuff, and that's when you realize how much stuff you have. I took 70 things off the walls, and then had to pull 70 accompanying nails -- because you don't want the movers to get caught on them, of course -- and now I'm patching the holes.
Because what I've decided to do is to not completely redecorate. We're going to be moving ourselves in the next year or less, and partly I feel like there's no point in putting it back up to have to take it all down again, but the other, more pressing thing is, watching her move was a learning experience for me, and I want to have as much of my excess out of the house before the move as I can. There's no way I want to move it all to a new house and then realize it doesn't fit.
The rest are going. Really. They have to. There's no way in hell I'm going to have another house with a 3-story, high-ceilinged stair hall to decorate.
If I do, I need my head examined. Someone please remind me of that fact if I show up here one day talking about my new BIG house.
It's like the house is telling me it's time to move on. I'm listening, really; these things just take time.