The move-in date is upon us. This week has been a frenzy of back-and-forth trips getting bathrooms, kitchen and closets set up and ready to move into. The furniture gets moved tomorrow. After that, I will have to look at the remaining stuff and make tough choices. I'll be honest, the urge to purge is upon me.
I have torn away my clutter blinders and I'm looking with clear eyes at all the S.T.U.F.F. we have accumulated since we moved to Tennessee almost 11 years ago. Added to the moving van load o'stuff we hauled here with us. It's embarrassing to consider how much stuff we have. (At least we never broke over and permanently rented a storage unit. But that's only because we let it pile up in attics and the shed.)
But enough is enough - it's not all coming with us. The new shed is smaller. The new walk-in attic is fanTABULOUS, but it is not big enough for all this stuff. And even if it were, WHY would we take it all? My vow is we are going to move lightly (figuratively speaking of course. Because all that pottery is heavy!)
I have two litmus tests I am administering to decide what stays and what goes:
1. If it is not loved and/or used at least once a year, it's not going.
2. If we haven't used it since we moved in here, it is absolutely, positively, not going.
The superfluities can be sold, given away, recycled, tossed in the trash, burned...I don't care - but they cannot enter our new abode.
Of course, every rule has exceptions, and since there were two rules, we have two exceptions:
1. My wedding dress, although I'm even debating that one...swimmer girl is not keen on its 1980s style; and
2. Mr. Official's baseball cards. I just hope he doesn't rupture a disk hauling them down and up the stairs from one attic to the other.