Moving on by moving out.
I've had the honor of helping three recent buyers purchase houses. And everyone has a unique way of moving. Sharon moved to the west coast all the way from WA DC. Now that's a move. And it was 30+ years of life she was moving.
My other two buyers were able to reap the benefits of Sharon's move by getting newsprint-style wrapping paper to protect their stuff (bags and bags of it), and boxes of all sizes. It is so much fun to watch others pack, unpack, and then give what they no longer need to others in need.
Along with that, most of us have known folks who have rented storage units. Maybe you are one. I was one. After my husband passed on, I rented a storage unit nearby, piled the stuff into it, and then I pretty much forgot about it.
Except for the monthly bill. Month after month after month. I'm not sure how long I had it. One assumes that all is well..even if one doesn't check in on it. And it was. And I imagine that is how it goes for all of those who rent storage units.
But one day, when much of the emotion was gone (or I just felt used by the storage unit company), I just cleared the thing out. I believe Sutter was with me (or maybe that was wishful thinking). I gave stuff away, I had to reorganize things to get the stuff to my house or carriage house...but I did it. And it was such a relief...not just eliminating the monthly bills, but just moving on by moving out.
One of the side benefits of selling real estate is the much welcomed opportunity to clear out my own life. I've sold a lot of property to wonderful buyers and wonderful sellers: houses, condos, multiple units, townhomes.
These days, I find a way to clear out more stuff from my life: out of the closets that have their doors closed, out of cabinets that keep their doors closed, out of boxes that sag and melt when it's moist outside, behind the walls where nobody looks. Gosh...even the trunk of my car is often like a closet, just full of stuff.
I think I'm just worn out by stuff. I just don't seem to need so much anymore. So I'm just going to save the cool stuff for Cadel, my grandbaby boy, and his parents. And the beat goes on and on and on to the next generations.
Maybe I'll be one who downsizes enough to move into a shipping container. (Above is a storefront of shipping containers that are absolutely gorgeous, shortly after the mega quake in Christchurch New Zealand!)
Live richly, marilyn
My other two buyers were able to reap the benefits of Sharon's move by getting newsprint-style wrapping paper to protect their stuff (bags and bags of it), and boxes of all sizes. It is so much fun to watch others pack, unpack, and then give what they no longer need to others in need.
Along with that, most of us have known folks who have rented storage units. Maybe you are one. I was one. After my husband passed on, I rented a storage unit nearby, piled the stuff into it, and then I pretty much forgot about it.
Except for the monthly bill. Month after month after month. I'm not sure how long I had it. One assumes that all is well..even if one doesn't check in on it. And it was. And I imagine that is how it goes for all of those who rent storage units.
But one day, when much of the emotion was gone (or I just felt used by the storage unit company), I just cleared the thing out. I believe Sutter was with me (or maybe that was wishful thinking). I gave stuff away, I had to reorganize things to get the stuff to my house or carriage house...but I did it. And it was such a relief...not just eliminating the monthly bills, but just moving on by moving out.
One of the side benefits of selling real estate is the much welcomed opportunity to clear out my own life. I've sold a lot of property to wonderful buyers and wonderful sellers: houses, condos, multiple units, townhomes.These days, I find a way to clear out more stuff from my life: out of the closets that have their doors closed, out of cabinets that keep their doors closed, out of boxes that sag and melt when it's moist outside, behind the walls where nobody looks. Gosh...even the trunk of my car is often like a closet, just full of stuff.
I think I'm just worn out by stuff. I just don't seem to need so much anymore. So I'm just going to save the cool stuff for Cadel, my grandbaby boy, and his parents. And the beat goes on and on and on to the next generations.
Maybe I'll be one who downsizes enough to move into a shipping container. (Above is a storefront of shipping containers that are absolutely gorgeous, shortly after the mega quake in Christchurch New Zealand!)
Live richly, marilyn
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