Attachments

We are attached to many things. Probably more than we actually realize. When you decide to put your house up for sale the reality of attachment hits you upside the head. Or, should I say…hits you in the heart.

Weeding out what I no longer need in my life from those things I cannot live without, has been a roller coaster of emotion for me. 

And I feel so sorry for D who has been harnessed on this roller coaster ride with me…and my many attachments. 

Last night, I did a hard thing. I gave away my beautiful oak table with its 10 chairs and the matching hutch. Gave away. Like in FREE. I spent the last decade trying to decide how much to sell it for. I was in survival mode for so many years and was always needing to make ends meet. So I decided on $2,000 but no less than $1,800. Yet, in the end, I gave the set away to a young homeschooling family. I have a soft spot in my heart for homeschoolers.

Even though, I am very attached to the set. Lots of great memories at that table. Cards and dice with Grandpa. My busy elves on our annual holiday baking day. The lamented map of the world displayed on it that drew great dinner conversation. The birthdays gathered around it. The holiday meals. Yes, I am attached. It’s in a good home now though. I admit it still tugs at my heartstring but I’m content with that. I told them to make good memories around it. I have many. It’s time to share.

Then there’s my beautiful antique dining room set. A table, hutch and buffet. The hutch and table mean so much to me. The hutch housed my skunk collection which is now in a container. It also held school books for my youngest homeschooler in the cabinets below. The table looked lovely decorated for the holidays and with seasonal flower arrangements throughout the year. I can’t part with it just yet. And D is sweet about it even though it means moving heavy stuff again. (Almost done, hunny!) I’m hoping one of my kids will want it in their home when they have room.

I’ve sorted, pitched, repacked, and donated numerous attachments, big and small, and more than I can count, during my move to D’s and in the selling of my house. I guess I’m a tad bit materialistic. I attach memories to everything it seems. 

D has been understanding and accommodating toward my attachment issue. He sympathizes with me when I give something up. He praises me too when I take these big steps. And he kindly makes room for what I can’t part with. I couldn’t have done any of this without him. 

I have many more boxes and containers to sort through.  My lifetime of memories…not to mention the selling of my home. My youngest lived all of her teenage years here. Kids came and left. Holidays and seasons as well. Grand babies arrived during these years too. <sigh>

Thankfully, my kids understand and support me too. They remind me that many more wonderful memories will be made in this new chapter in all our lives. 

I am truly blessed this day. ♥️

Andi