I’ve always had a bit of an aversion to legal documents. Never on a whim would I rip off that tag on my mattress that states it is illegal to remove it. I’m always afraid some slip of paper, some note I once took in a meeting, some record of payment will be desperately needed and I will have thrown it out. I’m not a hoarder, just overly cautious about documents.
This was all brought instantly to the forefront when I awoke early Saturday and began cleaning stuff out. It’s time to be brutally realistic about downsizing my life. I have no need for 2500 square feet to maintain, not to mention the 6.8 acres of land. “We’ll probably be here through the summer and the weather is getting nicer!” I replied to Skeedles the Cat’s quizzical look as I hauled the kitty litter box from my office to the garage. “You only use it in emergencies anyway, and that’s not often.”
I’ve poured over the real estate listings on-line and the one thing that struck me hardest about the photos was the clutter. Even the more elegantly and appropriately appointed homes had a certain chaos that says “Someone lives here.” Differentiating my house means I have to “stage” it. Make it look inviting enough that someone wants to sit down and have a conversation while taking in the surroundings. I can’t remove all of “me” but the less I see of folks’ families in the homes on-line, the more I can imagine living there.
So I cleaned, and sorted and piled up a huge array of junk in the garage which also got a good tidying. Why, pray tell, have I been saving:
- Files of insurance policies on things I no longer own
- Cartons and boxes of notebooks from the 15+ years I worked for SeaChange.
- CDs of songs I own digitally. These aren’t nostalgic albums with great packaging, these are relics.
- Stacks of 3-ring binders archiving years of being on the board of an industry group I no longer communicate with.
As long as I don’t think too much about it, the drudgery of cleaning is therapeutic. Did I mention I cleaned the dishwasher? Did you know that was even an option? I didn’t until I looked at it and felt ill. It CLEANS dishes right? I’ve never been Suzy Homemaker so I fired up a quick YouTube video and it made a remarkable difference!
The good news is I found all my paper work, and I do mean every scrap from 10 years ago when I bought this lovely abode, along with all the major repair bills. I know exactly where I was back then, and though I don’t know exactly where I am going, I’m sure it will be well documented, legally or otherwise.