Moving day is pretty well upon us, with all the frazzles and hassles moving tends to bring.
The garbage men will be thrilled to see us go. We’ve been leaving them increasingly heavier loads over the past few weeks, compared to our usual half a garbage can and some recyclables. The part of the Stuff that survived the move is safely loaded into a pod in the driveway, to be picked up and moved to the new digs Friday. The dog is making great headway turning itself into a Chinese crested, but once we settle down again maybe he’ll consider regrowing some hair.
The Cat, iBite, seems to be the only one unfazed by the move. In fact, he’s been having the time of his life clambering in and out of boxes and playing ‘hide, seek and I’ll fuck you up’ in the rubble. When we move, he’s in for some jail time in the laundry room when the floors are getting installed. Payback buddy. His outdoor privileges have also been revoked and will be reintroduced very slowly in the new house. There is more traffic there that concerns me, plus there are some other kitties around. iBite doesn’t exactly back down from confrontation so he’s looking at leash time confined to the back yard, at least to begin with. Judge me all you want. I leash cats. I’ll spare both of us the humility of walking him though, have to draw the line somewhere.
Yoga has kindly relocated itself to the back seat for the week. I’ve been pretty exhausted and stressed out. Normally those are 2 excellent reasons for hitting the mat, but I just have nothing left in the tank at the moment. Oh well, Yoga totally understands and we will pick it up again soon.
And mind you, not because nothing is going on. A whole lot of shit is taking place behind the scenes, contributing to a chronic case of not-enough-time. Especially not-enough-time for blogging, which must be a terrible disappointment for my 3 readers.
Things are looking up though. One house sold, another one bought. Closings to happen this week. House 1 mostly packed up and stuffed into a pod. House 2 will have the gnarly carpets ripped out minutes after closing and wood floors installed a couple of days later. After that, we will unload and set about digging the new digs.
I’m excited. It will be great to put this chapter of my life behind me and start a fresh one. We were able to cull a whole lot of our earthly possessions (aka junk) and will be starting fresh with a lot less baggage. It’s not quite minimalistic yet, but at least showing some strong tendencies in the right direction. I had really hoped to hit up the flea market or do a garage sale to make money to pay down debt, but in the end a couple of things conspired to not make that feasible, so Goodwill got the lot.
In the middle of all that, I also taught my first proper community class at the Yoga-Shed. It was pretty scary to be on that side of the yoga studio for a change and I had a lot of butterflies in my stomach. Went pretty well though, probably because most of my students were all seasoned yogis. Class was over a bit too quick – I had anticipated a couple of beginners and thought we’d spend a bit more time on demos and corrections than we did. Live and learn – so glad that I survived the first one and kind of can’t wait to do it again :)
That would be in the match of Moi versus the Stuff. So far I’m gaining a little, but the Stuff is definitely in a very strong position and using trickery to stay there.
I’ve begun phase 2 in the closet and can kind of proudly say that I by now have less clothing than the husband. He claims is it because I prefer light fabrics but he has sturdy shorts and jeans. That may play a part, but I’m sure that if we just counted item for item, I’d still have fewer. This might become a touchy thing to balance – my need to purge, and his need to hold on. Although, after he tries to stuff all those canvas shorts into his half of the trailer storage, I have a feeling he might come around to trimming the excess. Fingers crossed.
Other than that, the flea market/garage sale pile continues to grow and pretty soon I am going to have to take action on turning that into cash or getting it off to Goodwill, the cluttered area is starting to get under my skin. Once the kick-knacks are out-of-the-way, it’s on to decide which furniture we move on into storage for now and which pieces to let go of. That is anticipating we will be back in a house at a point before too many months go by. We have a few good pieces of furniture, but honestly overall, about 80% of it can go for all I care. Old, used, well-worn – or never liked it to begin with.
When it comes time to live in a house again, somewhere down the road, I think I will limit the furniture to a bed, kitchen table & chairs and chairs – and a sweet couch that I can put my feet up in. The rest of the house will be for my bike and yoga mat, and eventually a nice yoga wall so I can hang like a bat when the mood strikes.
In the dream home, I’d have a laundry area big enough so that I could have a airing closet or two in there, and keep most all my day-to-day in the laundry room, thus eliminating the most dreaded of laundry chores: the putting away bit. The more I think about it, the more I find it to be an ingenious solution, and the more I think I will make that a must factor in a home.
I’ll just leave you with that thought…. never, ever, EVER having to put laundry away again. Bliss.
Spent the past couple of nights browsing trailers & RV’s on Craigslist with the husband. We’ve settled on a couple that we are going to take a look at and perhaps tow home before the end of the month. The reality of giving up the house we bought together and moving into one on wheels is drawing very, very close. Just waiting for the bank to approve the buyer, set some dates, sign papers and out we are.
It’s been a roller coaster of emotions beginning about a year go with my husband’s accident. It still is. But now, mostly the feeling I have is excitement. I’m very ready to begin this new chapter of my life with less stuff and more freedom. The days between now and trailer time will be filled with purging and cleaning, both the physical stuff and the mental stuff attached to the stuff.
Damn, look at me go, using the word “stuff” 3 times in the same sentence. I apologize to all you English language purists out there, that has to violate some rules. Meh, oh well. You’ll live.
The more I go through, the easier it becomes to let go of most of the crap, but then there are always certain items with memories so strongly attached that it is hard to give up. Usually it’s something given to me by someone who is no longer with us, and letting go of the thing somehow resembles letting go of the person. It’s hard to do, but at the same time it’s good to do. For both. I get to have less stuff, and my friend in spirit gets to be free wherever she is now. It doesn’t make any less of our friendship, it doesn’t mean that I don’t still wish she stuck around for a few more adventures, but it surely does make room in the life for other fun stuff.
The last of the yamas – Aparigraha – will hopefully be my steady companion for a long time as I learn to let go.
View down the not so official path we used to clamber up after landing on the beach. Best view in all of Denmark.
For the past couple of weeks I have been on a plane, train and automobiles kick. In 2 short weeks it’s been Denmark, Sweden and Amsterdam – back to Florida only to drive my happy ass to the Georgia mountains, back home to Florida again to swap out cars and tomorrow drive to the northern part of South Carolina. If I had my own travel-miles program, I’d be a double platinum diamond studded medallion member already.
It’s been nice, to see the family, pig out on delicious Scandinavian bread and cheese, even got to do a nice little sledder off a dune in northern Denmark thanks to Niklas from Speedfly.dk and had an awesome day in Amsterdam with the husband.
The Georgia road trip was brilliant too, but now I’m kind of ready to settle down a bit. I need to get some study time in for the yoga teacher training, and get my practice back on track. Then it’s that little detail of packing up the house for the impending move – but since I’m not entirely sure where or when I’m moving, that seems like it can wait. Because first there is another road trip to Carolinafest, where I’ll be promoting my magazine, hanging out with old friends and hopefully making some new – all whilst sweating buckets in South Carolina.