In the hopes that I will someday enter the peace corps I’ve started to eliminate things from my home that I no longer need or haven’t used since I moved here over three years ago. Thank goodness I have an outlet for stuff that is still worthy of a home, my co-worker David is helping with his Bridge House’s yard sale fundraiser.
I thought I had downsized when I moved from the Ozarks to Little Rock, butno not really, and then I inherited more stuff when my mom died. My living room is stacked with stuff I can donate; movies, a VCR player, a TV, my mom’s junky jewelry, typewriter, banjo I never learned to play, knick-knacks I thought I should keep but tucked away. I won’t miss any of it. I haven’t seen any of it in three years. Hey, I can actually step into my closet now! I also have taken two bags out to the trash. And I’ve just begun.
It’s therapeutic. I feel lighter, cleaner, happier – the weight of grief unrealized is vanishing.
