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Monday, April 19, 2010


Oooo, getting rid of stuff really feels so good.

Selling and giving away and dumping all of our stuff when we left Canada was pretty painful. We lost lots of stuff the likes of which we will never have again. All the loot we scored when my parents split up, for example: a hand-carved chest of drawers; a gorgeous, funky, metal platform bed; a porch swing. It hurts a bit just to think about it.

But being given the go-ahead to dump all the stuff we don't want in our rental house? This house filled with somebody else's fake flowers, straw bouquets, ginormous sombreros, broken lawn chairs and a full collection of chicken-shaped baskets?

It was sweet.

broken lawn chairs
(In hindsight, I should have taken a picture of the chicken baskets instead of the chairs).

There was no slow picking through things, debating if we would miss them or eventually use them or if someone else might get some use out of them. There was no need to make separate piles - this yes, this no, this we can give to so-and-so, this I'm not sure about.

We had stuffed it all into boxes long ago. There is only so long that you can live with so many chicken-shaped baskets.

So we just pulled it all out of the shed, piled it all together, asked the caretaker if he wanted anything, and we DUMPED IT on the corner. Fake flowers and large straw bouquets for whoever wants 'em!

Now, imagine me wiping the dust off my hands, extremely satisfied with all the reclaimed space in our little shed. Yay!

3 comments:

Organic Motherhood with Cool Whip said...

Woot woot!! I love getting rid of things that are weighing me down. But chicken baskets? I'm a little bit intrigued I must admit.

macondo mama said...

I know, I really regret not taking any pictures of the things. A lost opportunity!

Lauren @ Hobo Mama said...

I still am mourning a porch swing we had to lose on our last move (no porch now, alas), so I feel that pain. But I love the thought of getting rid of someone else's clutter. I know it won't actually be a joyous or easy occasion in the least, but there are times when I imagine going into my in-laws' house after they've died, renting a giant Dumpster, and just pitching. It would be so freeing!

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