Relocating has been very much on my mind as I’m drawing near to the end of the task of sprucing up the house. Once I sell it I will have to face the unpleasant task of packing and moving all the things I’ve accumulated over the years.
I’m always seeing people having moving sales, garage sales or bringing house loads of things to the Op Shop. They bring, appliances, china, furniture, bric a brac and even their clothes. I wonder what they are actually taking with them sometimes.
I am more like a snail or a tortoise, carrying my house on my back. Of course I will get rid of some things. Things that are old and broken, things that I have no further use for, what would I do with a beer brewing kit? (It was David’s). I would not like to give up all my stuff though even though it would probably be easier to move without it.
I guess people see relocating as an opportunity to get rid of items they no longer care about but by taking my stuff along with me I feel I’m taking home with me. I come to a bare empty space. I open my boxes and out come the things that mean home to me. The books, the ornaments and pictures. Once they are in place I look around and think “Yes, this is home.”