We set lots of stuff free today. Possessions. Stuff. Some of it was really easy and obvious and some of it was emotional. And some of the aftermath was out of the blue hard. Like seeing my room after the sweet men picking up our stuff were done. I pretty much set free everything in my bedroom. I don’t need a giant bed. I don’t need a giant dresser or matching night tables.
But once everything was gone, in the middle of my room, in a spot that would have been beneath my bed, I saw something like a shadow on the carpet. It was cat hair. From BG Talula. And all of a sudden it hits me again- all the loss of this year. Thank goodness for W and the support and love of my friends because if I didn’t have that this year would have done me in.
Pictured below is the dresser that was once my GM’s and then it was mine and now will be the dresser of someone else.
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Love to you, sweetie. The out-of-the-blue moments are the hardest.
Having just done this kind of thing, yeah. I know. It sucks. But you got a nice pic. That counts for a lot.
♥ Much love. The out of the blue moments are hard. And I have trouble letting go of ANYTHING physical. It’s strange.
My mom used to tell me to try and think of all the love and joy that somebody else would get out of it. I never could, but maybe you can.
Awww. I miss BG for you! She was such a good kitty. Miss Moppet says to tell you she loves you! : 0 )
Sob. (((hugs)))
Hugs, I always find it hard to let things go because I can always see the past and love in those items.
I miss that kitty too.
Good job on the letting go of stuff. Even if it is just stuff, it is hard to let it go.
Damn, I wish I was a neighbor because that dresser is gorgeous.
But, I’m glad I’m not a neighbor, because I would be so very sad that you’re moving away.
You had a very buddhist type of day. Letting go is the clearest path to happiness.
hugs to you.
Change is hard. Sending you peace and hugs.
Cali,
I feel all achey here just reading that. You’re so lovely and this all sucks.
I so hope the move ends in a job for your mother and you can rebuild.
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Too much leaving; too much letting go. Hugs.
adding hugs to the hugfest. xx
Sigh…I have a hard time with furniture. It’s just meant to hold stuff, but for me the stuff it holds are memories. So I have my Dad’s dresser, my grandparents’ buffet and china cabinet, my aunt’s desk, the rocking chair my grandmother found in the alley, my other aunt’s bookcases…these are things I won’t be able to let go.
I’m sorry you have to. But it’s so much easier to travel light, and the only things you really need are your mom and W.
i hope the home that dresser lives in for its next life can feel the history and strength of the women who used it
love you my friend…
What a tough day. Letting go of things and moving forward is hard to do. The kitty reminder must have felt like pure and sudden sadness.
I hope you feel a sense of freedom and optimism, having lightened your possessions as you make this move up north.
big hug.
~hugs~