My mom is moving into a condo. She has sold the house and is currently going through everything and packing up. She wanted to do the move while she physically and mentally can, she said.
I didn’t grow up in that house. They built that house when I graduated from high school, and I lived in that house for only a few years. For the last twenty-five years, however, I visited my family there. My dad spent his last fifteen years in that house, and my mom has made many friends in the neighborhood.
Mom is moving to a smaller place in another town, so she has to eliminate a lot of things, our things. She apologized for getting rid of things – kimonos that they inherited from my grandparents, books that my dad had collected since he was a student and other memorabilia. I apologized, in return, for not being able to help her move.
Whenever we have to move, we are forced to go through housecleaning of our lives – dusting off our past and unloading stuff.
I am ready for another cleaning. Get rid of stuff and simplify. That’s what I need…