I don’t know how I published the unfinished post, but I did. It’s late and I’m tired. Oh well. Shit happens. Anyway, here’s the last of my post.
I knew when we moved the hutch would have to go or I would be in the same position as I was before. A mini hoarder. Everything I didn’t want upstairs I would throw in the hutch in the basement. I dealt with some of it before we moved, but I still have three or four or more of boxes of crap that was in the hutch that I have to deal with.
What was in the hutch? A money affirmation book that I started writing 20 years ago, but never finished. I have all 365 affirmations written, but they aren’t very good. The paper is yellowed and the type is faded. I don’t want to toss yet will I ever work on it or even look at it again? Not sure, but I can’t toss it. There was at least thirty or more books I bought at garage sales that I was going to read, but never did. (I think I have a home for some of these. At the campground they have a library box on a post with books in it. I think I will take them there. There was only a couple of books in it.) A photo album of the first three years of my niece’s life that I scrapbooked for her. I gave it to her a couple of weeks ago. She’s 16 and a half. I stopped scrapbooking the album when I started dating my husband. I thought I would continue to work on it, but never did. Surprise. Surprise. A huge fake book that I keep my laundry money stash in. I put a dollar in a jar for every load of laundry I do. I keep a stash because if some major appliance breaks and we have to purchase a new one it’s not a big deal because I have a down payment saved. There was about forty writing magazines in there. The Writer. Writer’s Digest. And other misc. magazines I picked up along the way. What I was saving them for I have no clue. There was a bunch of other stuff in there. Seasonal stuff. Pens and pencils. Markers. A scissors. Packing tape. Garage sale stuff.
My hutch wasn’t packed, but there was enough stuff in it. The question I keep asking myself is — if I didn’t know what to do with it when I put it in the hutch why did I think I would know what to do with it after? I have no clue. That’s why it’s still in boxes. Because I have no clue what to do with most of it. I know it will probably go in a tub or two in the closet in my office. Probably the things I’m most attached to. Emotional ties. Maybe stupid ties that I don’t quite understand right now.
We were at the trailer (finally) this weekend so I didn’t have to deal with it. I was going to deal with it tonight, but I sat in the chair and watched tv and or napped. I’ll probably deal with it during the week. I have two boxes for the thrift store started at the bottom of the basement stairs. I know I have to give some of it away and/or shred it. Who knows how long the boxes will be at bottom of the stairs. I think I just need a break from all of this moving/sorting/purging crap.
I’m embarrassed I have all of this crap and kinda pissed off at myself that I didn’t deal with it before. I didn’t want to. Out of sight. Out of mind. Sad as that is that is the truth.
I’m glad my hutch is gone. It forces me to look at things from a different perspective and only buy things that I need or really, really want. The things need to serve a purpose. I can’t buy things anymore because they are cute or because they are an impulse buy. I want to live more simply.
It’s going to take awhile to get to more simply in my world.