It never fails. Anytime I help a person move, I feel like I need to go home and immediately start cleaning/purging the house. Or I start thinking about an unknown time in the future when for some unknown reason we might need/want to move, and where we might go and what that would look like.
I know that most likely, if we ever move, we will be down-sizing considerably, and this time I actually walked through the house and pondered what we would keep/get rid off.
I don't know if this train of thoughts come about from moving some growing up, or being a semi-vagabond during my young adult years, or if anyone who's never moved ever thinks these kind of thoughts.
But since these thoughts started last fall (when my friend Mary moved), I've been even more adamant that I read the books we have instead of checking out any from the library, and if it's not a book that I'll read again or share with someone, then it has to go. In January I actually took a box of books to the thrift store, and I have five more on my dresser that I'm debating whether to swap at a used store (which defeats the whole purpose of purging) or to simply donate them to the thrift store again.
But in the midst of all these thoughts, life (nor the clock) doesn't stop. There's grass to cut and a garden and animals to tend and projects to work on. So maybe by the year 2020 I'll have read a good chunk of the books in our house (provided I don't restock every year at the library sale).
Considering that when I helped my sister move (about five moves ago), she had as many books as I do now and I saw very few boxes of book when I helped her move last week, there may be hope for me.
When the time does come for us to downsize, I do think we'll have one huge consolation (or two so we can each have one): kindles. :)
I know that most likely, if we ever move, we will be down-sizing considerably, and this time I actually walked through the house and pondered what we would keep/get rid off.
I don't know if this train of thoughts come about from moving some growing up, or being a semi-vagabond during my young adult years, or if anyone who's never moved ever thinks these kind of thoughts.
But since these thoughts started last fall (when my friend Mary moved), I've been even more adamant that I read the books we have instead of checking out any from the library, and if it's not a book that I'll read again or share with someone, then it has to go. In January I actually took a box of books to the thrift store, and I have five more on my dresser that I'm debating whether to swap at a used store (which defeats the whole purpose of purging) or to simply donate them to the thrift store again.
But in the midst of all these thoughts, life (nor the clock) doesn't stop. There's grass to cut and a garden and animals to tend and projects to work on. So maybe by the year 2020 I'll have read a good chunk of the books in our house (provided I don't restock every year at the library sale).
Considering that when I helped my sister move (about five moves ago), she had as many books as I do now and I saw very few boxes of book when I helped her move last week, there may be hope for me.
When the time does come for us to downsize, I do think we'll have one huge consolation (or two so we can each have one): kindles. :)
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