It worked!

Hi,
You may have chuckled at my last post about needing daffodils for the house...but my madness paid off. The house is sold. I owe it all to the daffodils. Never underestimate the necessity for crazy people in your life. We make things happen, sometimes even for the good.

Our home wasn't even on the market for 48 hours before we had an offer. It's now off the market and all that is left to do is an inspection and some paperwork. Big huge sigh of relief. I no longer have to hide the garbage bins or pretend that Martha Stewart is my best friend and guru. It's like finally getting out of that tight girdle after a very long Bar Mitzvah with too much food. Oy, that feels so much better.

My next mission is to find a new place to put all our stuff. This mission is to be in a city I am totally unfamiliar with, in a land far, far away... Kansas City. All I know about KC is that is where the Royals play, they take their bar-b-que seriously and there is that song about going there..... Which everyone hums but no one seems to know the lyrics. I'm learning to hate that tune.

Now we are in purge-mode. We are going to down-size, right-size and resize our lives. It's the possession diet. Rid ourselves of all those unwanted tons of stuff that we never use, don't need and forget we even ever owned. Let someone else dust it, move it, use it, love it or chuck it. "Less is more" is my new mantra. It's freeing and a wonderful feeling. I just can't keep track of a large inventory in my head any more, nor do I want to. All I keep picturing is the size of a coffin ( morbid, I know) and that all that fits in it is one body, the rest we leave behind.

My bube (grandmother) started giving me her things when she was about my age. Pieces of china, jewelery, chachkas, anything I ever mentioned that I liked ended up coming home with me. I thought she was overly generous but a little nuts. Why did she want to part with all her cool stuff? I now know why. It's is so much nicer to see your things go to the next person who truly wants or needs them. Doing it once your dead deprives you of the pleasure of seeing that look on their face as you pass it on. I am now finding that even more fun than acquiring the stuff in the first place. I get it! She was one smart cookie.

Our move date is now the end of June. I have lots to do before then but it is with joy and relief. The house is sold and another chapter begins.... With less baggage.

Xox
M