I am participating in the 31 Days of Free Writes October challenge. This is meant to be a free write, which means: no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation.
Today’s prompt: Light
As we sat with our realtor yesterday laying the groundwork to list our house, I was fighting to see the joy and relief and lightness of spirit (and wallet) when we sell our house.
Mainly, the logistics of wading through all of this stuff, these material items that are weighing us down, made the task seem almost impossible, even if the end result is a favorable one.
We talked about letting go of “things,” and I thought how just hours earlier Wayne and I had been cleaning out the room Dad occupied for the last three years, that had been my son’s room before that, and how I stopped him from sending my son’s Build-A-Bear, which is a dog actually whose name I don’t even remember, to a thrift shop. I had so many memories of him choosing it, of ALL the expensive little bear/dog-sized clothes we bought it. (Actually I think his name is Siren — recalling the fire engine obsession of his childhood!).
So many second thoughts (unproductive ones, of course) were running through my head — why did we THINK in 2005 we could afford this house AND do the things to it that would make it the showcase it can be?
On the other hand, things do happen for a reason (sorry to throw in a cliché) but … I love this neighborhood. It was the house we needed to take care of his Dad, for my children to grow up in. There’s a reason it is part of our memory mosaic.
And the many, many — countless mornings greeting the sunrise as I ran its perfect running loop will be imprinted on my brain and heart forever.
What is the price of lightening things up so we can breathe again financially?
Right now it’s a pretty heavy one, no matter the rewards.
Wife of one, Mom of two, Friend of many. My pronouns are she/her/hers.