I have been moving my stuff out of my house for a week now. I've been packing for weeks before. Doing all the usual things, transferring power, tv, all that stuff.
And packing up memories.
I'm a very sentimental person. Things mean alot to me. But mostly in the context of where I've gotten things, and who has given them to me. My favorite things are those that I've inherited or were given to me by my mom and dad, and some by my old boyfriends. They represent the love that a person gives with the gift. So when I'm packing up my goodies, I think of those people and how I loved them, and the feelings I had getting them, and looking at them and feeling that love again.
For that reason, the stuff I have is hard to let go of. If the person is gone, I think I love the things to make up for my loss of them.
So packing and selling things are bittersweet. My mom got me started on collecting purses, I love little beaded ones, or silver mesh. A lot of them are 100 years old, and I think of the young women who had them before, felt the cool beads in their hands, looked at the pretty sparkles and loved them too. They took them on "dates" or special occassions.
I believe in using the wonderful old things I have and enjoying them, not just keeping them for display.
But things don't take the place of people, themselves. I love people. I love my family, my friends and my neighbors.
I loved my old house and wouldn't have given it up without a fight. But I did and I have. I've left it, and except for one more sale and a couple days of cleanup, I'm gone.
Hopefully someone else will love it too.
Life goes on.
But the real value I've gotten out of my house was the wonderful people who showed up to help me move. The house is just a house. But when I put the word out that I needed help, I've gotten so much help, and love and concern and caring.
That's what it's all about.
I am so happy about knowing that. The people who counted did show up. Susan, who came every day, my daughter who came to help, Connie who brought me a burrito, Brenda who made a casserole. Julie, who brought me boxes and packing. Joette, who showed up today with boxes.The men, who heaved and grunted under my heavy things were awesome!
My friend John who gave me a house to stay in.
You are all so wonderful and make me feel cared for.
I opened myself up and let it be known that I needed help, and you showed up.
Thank you so much from my heart.
I love you all!
So a single woman is not always alone in the world. It's hard to ask for help sometimes, my pride gets in the way. But I knew I couldn't have done it alone. I wouldn't have been able to. It was truly a miracle to see who came and what happened when it did. I opened myself to the universe and the universe gave it back to me.
I am blessed.
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