As I continue my pandemic impacted move, I must admit I finally see a resolution and feel a sense of peace.
Last week my home of 35 years was emptied out. Forget an estate sale: I had it set up with a non-profit that donates the money to a nursing scholarship fund at a local community college. But due to the pandemic, we could not have it. Forget donating the over 1000 books that I did not give away to the local library for its annual book sale. (See blog below.) They were not taking any books at this time due to the pandemic. Forget donating to anyone for anything. I was disappointed and dismayed.
I wanted to have my good friend, who owns a thrift store, and gives some money to a charity we both support, take my stuff. But she was stuck at her second home in Florida. So I could not even do that. My realtor came through. She heard of a gentleman, a veteran, who has a thrift store about an hour from where I live. He takes everything and he donates to four charities. Yes, some redeeming solution to my pile of no longer needed items, that were definitely not junk…along with some junk. He actually took everything, including the trash!!!
I also felt good because three of the charities he gives items and donations to are ones that I also support.
Being there when everything was hauled away was more emotional than I thought it would be. We had already put all that we did not want into two rooms and the garage. Most of the house was already empty. But watching those piles diminish and parts of my life leave the house was at times awful. I did rescue a few items in the last minutes. A book! My tennis rachet, I have not played in 20 years, but my Dad and I used to play together in the summers when I worked for him. I had to keep that.
However, there is one wonderful bright spot: with everything gone from the house, there are no more boxes entering the new house. We are done. Now when a box is emptied, it stays empty. I find that liberating!!!
I was worried about leaving all my wonderful plantings behind. The Japanese maple my son and his girlfriend got my husband for Father’s Day. Plants that reminded me of my Dad, who loved to garden, and all my special plants. But my friend, and gardener, came through and moved many of my favorites to the new house, taking some similar plants from the new house and replanting them at the old. Yes, it made a difference.
Inside the house is beginning to feel more like home as the furniture I kept is rearranged to fit into the new space. At times I am frustrated as things do not fit quite right. My husband’s calm response is always, “We downsized. So things are smaller.” Things like closets and storage. But I am getting the hang of it. And as I put things away, I also find more things to give away. Boxes of craft and school supplies go to the school I work at. Bags of clothing are going to the one thrift store that has a dumpster outside for donations. And lots of Star Trek items to a young couple I know who loves Star Trek.
I have also repurposed items from my old home into my new. My favorite Roman shades, that the realtor took out of my old home, are now hanging in the new one. Rugs I had thought I had no use for here, are now on the hardwood floors. Each little item actually gives me comfort.
Our biggest need is more bookshelves. The home we left had many built -in bookshelves. The new home has none. We did bring several with us, but not enough to hold all the books that survived the culling. I still have some room and am still unpacking. But there will be books in boxes for a while.
Due to the social distancing and closures, some of the remodeling that was supposed to be completed before we moved in, is still a work in progress. But I think within a week or so, almost everything will be completed.
On Friday our home goes on the market. I have no idea what will happen, as the pandemic and its economic strangle on the community will probably impact the sale. But who knows? Our home is two blocks from an elementary school, a playground, a park that includes tennis courts, a hockey rink, a soccer field, two softball/baseball fields and a track. It is really one of the best neighborhoods for children. And more than that, every Fourth of July we can just walk to the school and watch the city’s fireworks display.
I look forward to the days of owning one home, and no longer worrying about what will happen next. That has been the major stress of buying and selling a home during this unsettled Covid-19 time. Each day has been a new adventure. Each day a new challenge.
On the other hand, I know I am fortunate. My husband and I are still employed. We are among the lucky ones. My problems pale to those facing eviction, lack of food and no income.
I am looking forward to settling into our new home. But I am also looking forward to settling into a new reality where we no longer shake hands, stay six feet apart, and hope to an economy that bounces back. Wishing everyone good health and economic security.
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