Apologies in advance
I am sure that posting will be light for the next few weeks because of the move. The imminent move. The frighteningly imminent move.
We need to be out of here by March 1, which means that we need to, uh, pack. Pack, and more importantly, discard whatever we're not taking with us, which is a lot. We've spent the last three years filling up this four-bedroom, two-floor-plus basement house, and we're somehow going to have to pare down our belongings to fit a 900-square-foot apartment. I don't really know how this feat is going to be accomplished, but I suspect several charities are going to get some very large bags full of our belongings, and several more of our neighbors will be bequeathed whatever's too big to stuff into bags.
Why is the idea of tossing away everything so exhilarating? Or is it just me? I like to buy crap just as much as the next consumer, and yet the idea of setting everything out on the curb fills me with glee. We have very few items that I'd feel sad about losing. I'm afraid that once I start shedding belongings I won't be able to stop. I'm going to be in the new place and realize that I gave away all my pants.
The new place! We have a new place! So, uh, I hope this house closing goes smoothly, because otherwise, whoops. We're renting in the heart of Park Slope, and I will officially be that most loathed of creatures—the Park Slope Mom. I intend to start pushing around a double-wide stroller, just for the hell of it. While walking slowly. And drinking a latte. And shouting at my imaginary daughter Finona not to run into traffic.










February 2, 2009
Reader Comments (93)
I envy your ability to throw things away. How does one do that? I have trouble throwing away a coffee cup. I mean: A paper coffee cup. Literally.
Did you throw her things away?
I'm a pack rat, and if anyone threw my stuff away, I'll be dodging traffic to. Maybe.
tremendous
loss!And I feel for you, as far as the move goes, though we did somewhat the reverse: went from a 1500 SF mother-daughter in Bayonne which had ten people in it (me, my wife, our six kids, her mother and husband) to six people in a 2400 SF house in Toms River. Amazing the amount of crap to move.
Good luck!
Good luck, Alice!! I love paring down, too. Izzy will be a great help in packing. I can't speak for Charlie, Henry, or even Scott, but the cat will enjoy the packing process immensely.
However, I just read your story of Minty Bear and it seriously made me cry. At work. That's right, I'm currently trying not to sob too loudly so my boss doesn't hear me in his office. I don't know what this says about me - that a fictional story of a teddy bear leaving the boy she loves can make me tear up - but I just couldn't keep it to myself.
Thanks for making my work day just a little bit brighter!
I am terrified that my kids will be so traumatized that I will have to walk through pathways of stuff in their future homes to play with my grandkids.
Does being a purging mom lead to hoarding kids?
I love your blog and I think I love you. I bumbled across it looking for info on "fevers in toddlers" -and read something so funny that you wrote in 2004 that I had to do my Kegels.
Gosh. So funny.