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I’m living a life of in-between, with thoughts scattered between two homes.
I know that I should focus attention here. But the work — a long list of to-dos — overwhelms me. Which explains yesterday’s flight to sweeter thoughts and activities; instead of dreaming about my new kitchen remodel, after returning home from Kara’s and holding that sweet not-so-dainty new granddaughter of mine, I should have been productive and painted.
Why is it that since signing the purchase contract this weekend, I’m seeing my current home with fresh eyes? All I know is that I am now awake to the fact that there is more painting touch-up required than I first imagined. Doorways especially — living room french doors, the interior side of oft-used doors in the front and back — even the little midget door entrance into the basement.
But before I paint, there’s a need to remove collected clutter. And it will take time to do this properly. I must pace myself in order to sort carefully between giveaways and keepers. I know if I don’t take this work in small doses, my heart will grow hard so that even keepers will end up as giveaways or trash. Experience from last year’s clear-out of my parent’s home has taught me not to part too swiftly with evidence of everyday life.
All those books of mine — mostly unread. I fear a need to find a new home for many — as my reading taste has evolved from those acquired in the early nineties. All that cobalt blue glass, which probably needs to come out of windows to not distract potential home buyers from the charms of the house. Then there all those things we don’t part with when we should, but save for a rainy day.
It’s no small irony that today is a rainy day. An off and on again shower that is sometimes soft and steady, before hushing to a bird-chirping silence before it strikes up cymbals and lightning to drive down hard. Not pounding. But determined. As I must also be with this last bit of house-tending. God help me.
an everyday life 
Oh, there is no one that would understand more then me. Moving and building 3 times in less then 10 years and then before that several homes.
My thoughts are with you.
Question – why did you make a move?
My reason – I wanted to downscale, had the country property and wanted a small nature surrounded home at the edge of the woods.
Hope I can keep it up.
Ernestine,
As usual, there’s more than one reason. But the most compelling was my need to live in a one-story. A few years ago, I was diagnosed with Osteopenia — and with it, I got all those scary warnings that go hand-in-hand with any diagnosis — which I promptly ignored. Then last summer on vacation, I injured my right knee — doing something that in hind sight, I would’ve been wiser to avoid. About half the time my knee aches as I climb up the stairs — which by historical home standards, are not even that steep.
We wouldn’t have minded down-sizing some more too. In our last move, five years ago, we downsized by a third. But though this upcoming move will keep us in the same size house as our current one, eliminating that second floor will make it seem smaller — and much more do-able.
Your new place is lovely. And I like your wild life visitors who drop by for visits. My husband and I considered moving along that path — but in the end, we decided living an urban life, near the city core, was more in keeping with who we truly are.
Janell