Dh and I are in the process of moving from our 'starter home' after 42 years into a home that's nearly twice the size. We obviously don't know the meaning of 'downsizing'.
As I have madly worked and worked to make this new place lovely and a 'home' we'll hopefully love--I have been packing up 42 years worth of memories.
Bittersweet, to say the least.
My girls came over yesterday, as I was stalled out with the packing. My back is ruined and I can barely walk. They responded to a text where I told my YD that I could not tend her 4 yo while she went skiing, I was just fried. (I have NEVER said no to tending).
She caught the deeper message that I was in tears and wanting to give up--and in 45 minutes, she and her OS showed up and began packing--and gave my 14 yo Granddaughter the job of making me make choices about what I could keep and what I could toss. It was SO INTERESTING to be on 'that side' of packing. What did I truly need? What did I truly NOT need anymore.
It was very stressful, but also calming to see stuff go out the door to the Goodwill and feel the weight of years of junk leaving.
I know I need to be more kind to my own mother when she allows me to clean for her. Some of the things I was encouraged to toss were things that I thought I needed, and this a.m. I cannot think of a single thing that might be 'missing'.
A wake up call, and interesting to be on this side of the packing/cleaning/moving end. I was stalled with being burnt out as I promised DH he would not have to pack a single box, except for his own clothes. And that's all he's done.
Hoping for a 'smooth move' on Saturday! I am ready to hand the keys to the new owners and take a vacation. The stress has been eating me up!
I had NO IDEA how much garbage DH just packed from the office w/o going through it first, About 20 of the biggest packing boxes--paperwork from jobsites that no longer even exist. And about 50-60 cables (he's an electrical engineer...so..I do wish I had culled out my stuff better. I'm not going to do intense counted cross stitch or yarn crafts--arthritis has called it a day in my finger and wrists.
I'm doing this for me, of course, but also for my kids so when I die, they won't freak out over the sheer amount of garbage.
And DH has more than 50 pairs of khakis and more than 40 coats of various styles and weights. Ridiculous! I'm thinking that when we see some refugee clothing collection he can give 80% of this stuff away. If he knows it's going to a good place, he's OK with donating, but he is a bit of a hoarder. Clothes and electrical supplies. And guess who has maybe ONE light bulb per room? Yep, us. It's always been that way. Broken outlets and chandeliers that never have all the lightbulbs. I have to laugh.
Every box that leaves us is one more step to 'freedom'.
I did the same thing with my Mom ur girls did. I had a throw out pile, give away pile and a keep pile. I sat her in a chair and stood and asked, trash, give away, keep. Went a lot faster. Everything will go smoothly from here. Positive vibes.😊
I so wished that people had not given as gifts with things that said "50th Anniversary" on them. Not one of us kids wanted these things and some were very nice. TG, we had a thrift store that would make tables with stuff like this arranged on it. The album Mom was given was never used so brand new still in the box.
I sympathise with you. I pushed myself cleaning nephews apt and was down for 2 days after with my back.
I was talking to a friend Wednesday about offering workshops to seniors who are in your position, have lived in their home for many years and now are facing a move. Many have kids who have moved away, simply do not have the energy to do the work themselves and get bogged down in the memories.
They have no clear idea of the process of selling and perhaps buying or renting a new home. From legal fees, to utilities and more, so much has changed in the last 50 years. Then there are auctions, online auctions, hiring movers, unpacking in the new home and so much more that needs doing that is simply overwhelming.
I watched my girls do exactly what I have done to mother umpteen times and felt that I almost owe her an apology--although in her case, she hoards papers and magazines and envelopes--true garbage, and I have too many 'craft interests' which do benefit people. But I may never do them again.
This move has not been without a lot of drama and a few tears. DH is capable of doing a LOT of home improvement, but while he needed to do some smaller jobs, he got slammed by work and instead of helping me, he was working at his job. So we're way behind on the 'schedule'....
LUCKILY--we sold this house to our nephew and then rented it back from him, so technically we don't have to hand over the keys until the 31st. We plan to have everything out by Wednesday.
Our carpet guy mis measured and so we have no carpet in the 2nd most important area--the office. Praying that we can get that done by Tuesday--as DH HAS to work. Probably the entire office will be in the garage and we'll move it in and set it up next week.
None of our appliances can go in until the cabinetry is done and THEY are waiting on the main contractor to tear out a portion of the kitchen island, so that also means our granite countertops are still sitting in the warehouse.
I'll do the best I can, but b/c of the new sheetrock, I can't 'put away' my kitchen as I would have to re-dust every drawer and shelf yet again.
We don't have much furniture, really planning to downsize, but SIL had some furniture he uses for staging small condos and he gave that to us. So we have like one truckload of furniture and a lot of boxes to move. My middle daughter is coming over after school and she will super organize the boxes, so the move can be effective and smooth.
Through all of this, I have been very aware of the unrest in the Ukraine and it has certainly put perspective on my little first world problems. We're so incredibly blessed with this new place, and I know it's where we belong now and for the rest of our lives. This too, shall pass and the memories of the home with our babies will be a joy, I hope. I have to say, a day didn't go by that I didn't feel like we were 'asses to elbows' in this tiny home. Funny how now we routinely get 'lost' in the new place.
Life is funny--my OD just committed to a 1500 sf addition to her lovely home and my YD just bought a freaking mansion of 7,000 sf. So, we're all in flux this summer.
I pray my back and hip hold out..I was in so much pain yesterday it was unbearable. Tomorrow will be all directing and bossing people. I don't plan to lift anything over 10 lbs.
Thanks for just listening. This is one of life's most stressful occurrences and I, for one, am really, really feeling it!! I broke out in shingles for the 3rd time in 15 months. Due to stress. I'm hoping to be so dang organized I don't let the stress get to me.
I'm currently elbows-deep in preparing my parents' house to sell -- 53 years of stuff, plus a lot of antiques that are no longer the "cool" antiques, i.e. older than Midcentury Modern. It'll be interesting to see how it goes, then we'll decide if we want to do that with our own household.
I am thrilled you are going to a dream home. I empathize with the back . Old Nurse's back is a given for me and it is easily "put out" at this point with one single move. Usually a bend and reach of a holding too much weight in front of me and too far out from body.
Good luck!
Glad you planned on a space big enough to have those grandkids come over!
Congrats!