Rarely do I blog about something such as this. I do believe that other resellers can relate to this story. If not, it might make for an interesting read.
I have been staying with my best friend for almost a week now, going through several years of accumulated memories. I took a break from estimating prices to drive to the neighborhood I lived in during my senior year of high school. This is the house I lived in at the time. It looks very different from the day I moved out 32 years ago.
I have many of these “temporary homes.” I went to 13 schools before graduating from High School. I also lived in 13 homes before I graduated from High School. I remember when my parents made the decision to sell this home and move to a downsized rented apartment. I don’t remember it particularly because of the way I felt, but because of the way my siblings felt.
My siblings are 13 and 17 years younger than me. This house was the house they grey w up in, When people ask them where they are from, it is this location that they point to. It was a heart wrenching experience for them when the house was sold.
When people ask me where I am from, I simply answer “everywhere.” I don’t have a family home, neighborhood, town or state to point to. This is also the way I look at items in my home.
It may sound strange but, I sincerely have no attachment to my couch. However, I will never let go, at any price, my grandparents’ bedroom set. I have no attachment to my dishwasher, but no one will have my great grandmother’s china or grandmother’s silver.
I understand you can’t take the items with you. It is all about the memories. When I use my mother’s Tupperware celery crisper, I think of Christmas because it is where we always stored the cookies. When I feel the need for comfort food, I have my grandmother’s box of recipe’s in her handwriting.
When I am sourcing in Thrift Stores, my heart breaks at the sight of old family photographs that have been discarded along with their home and furniture. Baptismal and Wedding certificates, graduation pictures, Grandma’s favorite recipe book, dumped off to strangers without a second thought.
Was it because living in the same house, accumulating items for years, simply overwhelmed the family? I often believe this is the case. While my family purged each time they moved, my mother literally boxed each report card, handmade cards, school reports for each child.
I digress. What was the point of this blog today?
It was a reminder that every home is temporary until we breathe our last breath. It doesn’t matter how many you’ve had. It’s a reminder to cherish the memories you have, even if it means you have to bring a ragged tuna fish can out to remember Christmas’ long ago. It is also a reminder to rid yourself of items that do not matter or be ready to let go without putting too much thought into it.
Last, take a break, take a drive, take a nap, quit thinking about tomorrow and spend some time thinking about yesterday.
Where everything is fit for a Queen.
Priced for the Pauper.