Welcome To My New Year

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While we haven’t quite yet passed to the end of 2011, I’m already in progress on what will surely be the biggest change to impact my new year.

You see, the Good Man and I are moving house.

It’s not a big move, just a few miles away. But we are moving to a much larger place with two, count them TWO full bathrooms.

I experience waves of joy at that thought.

As the landlord is completely renovating the place (we get to move in with all new paint and floors and appliances, yay!) we won’t actually move until later in January.

But…

Here’s the thing. I have lived in our current spot for almost eight years. The Good Man moved in almost five years back. But for me, eight long years. That’s a lot of time to accumulate crap.

A lot of crap.

Over the years, I may have been accused by friends and family of having difficulty with throwing things away.

Ahem.

I’m not a hoarder. Much.

I mean my place isn’t floor to ceiling with newspapers I can bear to part with, but the extra large storage space under my current place IS full of all manner of stuff that should have been thrown away or donated long ago.

It’s a lot.

The Good Man is fairly organized and keeps his stuff pretty tidy. He goes through everything about once a year and culls out, cleans out and donates.

Me. Not so much.

So laying ahead of me, I have a fabulous future with a shiny new home. It has a fireplace! And a deck. And an actual living room.

Surrounding me, I have boxes and bags and barrels of crap to sort through.

I pledged this week that I’m off work to clean out everything under the current house. So instead of enjoying my bright future, I am lost in my past.

Today I went through a huge box of papers, bills and receipts. This is my personal weak spot. For some reason I think I need to keep every receipt I ever get. The Good Man has me on a rehab plan so I don’t keep doing this.

But today I shredded the original registration papers on the Jeep I bought in 1995. The State of New Mexico charged me forty-eight dollars to register the first car I bought with my own money. I miss the days of forty-eight dollar car registration.

I traded in that Jeep on a new one in 2001. So I kept an almost seventeen year old document on a Jeep I sold ten years ago from from a state where I no longer live.

It’s like that.

I remember talking to my mom in the year after my dad had passed. She was going through everything they owned with plans to eventually sell their house and move somewhere more manageable.

In the stuff, she found a box of papers that my dad had kept. In this box were bills and receipts that dated back to the first year of their marriage. They were married for forty-five years.

Mom fired up a burn barrel and alternately cried and cursed while disposing of the stack of paper that had (unknown to her) been a part of her life for her entire marriage.

Today, as I shredded, I thought about that. I though about how mad The Good Man would be if I died and left him with all of this crap to sort through.

I have to strive to be better, to get rid of stuff more often, to keep my piles of crap under control.

This move is good. It’s a good idea to force myself to clean out my mess. It’s a good idea to have a new start.

My future is bright. But I gotta sort through my past first.






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This is an early entry for this week’s Theme Thursday fun. This week’s theme = future.

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  • Lynn (NM Enchantment)

    Congrats on your fabulous new place! What an exciting transition! You will feel so much lighter and happier once you’ve thinned out your accumulations. Good luck to you!

    • Karen Fayeth

      Hi Lynn – Thanks for the good wishes. Today I’m rather overwhelmed at the job that lays ahead. But you are so right, this will feel so good when I’m on the other side!

  • Ur bro

    We lived in our house in Texas for almost 20 years and five kids, when we moved overseas we had lots to sort.

  • brian

    having moved several times over the years it is always a culling…i actually enjoy it as my wife is very similar…we decided if we had not used it or touched it in 6 months we probably did not need it….so exciting on the new home that is awesome…best of luck on the move!

    • Karen Fayeth

      Brian – I strive to be more like you! My husband is that way, so my piles of mess really sometimes shock him. But I’m learning from him and improving a lot.

      Meanwhile, I’m still shredding bills dating back to 1999! I wish I was kidding.

  • Mary

    I do know what you mean! Life accumulates; I think I have finally learned the lesson…..I have enough “stuff.” No more!!! Good luck on your move.

    • Karen Fayeth

      Mary – Life does indeed accumulate. It’s so easy to tuck things into corners and little boxes. It takes a big move like this to really make that clear to me.

  • Mrsupole

    I think I need to spend this coming year going through everything. I think I am getting close to being a borderline hoarder although in my defense I have given all my dressers and drawers to the grandkids and then had no place to put my stuff which then went into boxes. It sure is a lot harder to get to your stuff when sitting in boxes. I think I have lost control. Or I just need to buy a bigger house with lots and lots of cabinets and storage places. And everyone seems to think my house is a free storage unit for them. Very big sigh!!

    I do like the sign, really cool.

    Thanks for playing in this weeks Theme Thursday, a great posting.

    God bless.

    • Karen Fayeth

      Mrsupole – thanks for stopping by and for the comment! Thanks also for getting my link up on Mr Linky!!

      Yes, I think part of my troubles is I lived alone for so long. When my husband moved in (pre-marriage) I shoved a lot of stuff into boxes and put it under the house in our storage space. It was hastily packed in order to make way for someone else.

      I’m sure paying the price now. I’m hoping from here on out we can work together to keep our collective pile of crap under control. He’s the master and I am the student on this road.

  • Anji

    Been there, done that… We went through the same last year with 25 years of junk. It feels good when it’s done andd there is so much more space. Unfortunately when we knew we were moving into a house with a big loft we stopped sorting and dumped it there. Next spring I’m going to finish the job!

    Congratulations on your new home

    I visit your blog when I’m on ExposeYourBlog!

    • Karen Fayeth

      Hi Anji! I think I did some of that when I moved into this current space. It has a HUGE amount of storage so I didn’t bother with a lot of stuff. Just boxed it up and put it downstairs.

      And now I’m paying my penance….;)

  • Natalie

    Ugh. I’ve moved so much you would think I’d have less crap but… No. I have three filing cabinets full of receipts from old cars, houses, blenders, bicycles… junk that I no longer have and, what the hell? Why I have that crap I can’t even tell you but I’ve schlepped it across country a couple of times. I hate that I can’t move in my garage and keep saying I’m going to clean it out and.. I do but I don’t. I’ve had several garage sales but I’ve still got a plethora of crap. It multiplies and I have no idea how that happens. I moved here with 40, large plastic, purple bins and I still have them. They’ve been filled, emptied, and refilled several times. W.T.F?
    It’s been six years since we moved back to NM and those purple bins still vex me.
    It’s so hard to let go and then, in the culling process, it takes forever because you read crap, find crap and go down memory lane, etc… I think I should just get a bunch of black garbage bags and fill ’em up and head to the dump.
    But something always stops me…
    I’m feelin’ for you… We apparently have the same gene/disease.
    lol!
    Congrats on your new home. Good luck with the things that “live under the stairs.”
    :/

    • Karen Fayeth

      Natalie – I’ll just say this….my bins are blue.

      You are my sistah from another mother in many ways.

      Powers to the hoarders. lol!!!!!

  • Frank Conway

    Thank you for that.

    I’m the type who just gives everything away, three times now. The first time it was a big dollar amount, that lifetime of stuff, but I was just in the mood, overwhelmed and short on time. Now it’s easier, but because I’ve accumulated less.

    I just keep that core of things that define me, you might say. Notebooks, painting collection, some kitchen stuff, socks. I haven’t noticed any liberating aspects except that moving is easier. I just never think of that stuff. It’s like when you go to move and you open a box you’ve had stored and take something out and say, ‘Oh, I forgot I even had this.’ Out of sight, out of mind.

    There is one thing that I really, truly regret having given away, but I can’t remember what it is.

    • Karen Fayeth

      Frank – I am having that thought with some of the things I’m going through. “Will I miss this when it’s gone.” The answer, mostly, is no.

      There is one really smoking hot red dress I used to wear in my twenties. I know I’ll never fit in it again, but I just can’t bear to part with it. Maybe someday.

      Damn I used to have fun in that dress…..

      Great comment, by the way!! Thanks for dropping by!!!

  • Taylor Boomer

    amazing one….

    Have A Great New Year.

    :)

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