The trip is booked! Not the final trip, the big move, but the trip to TCI to (hopefully) secure housing. Brian will be in Provo the first week in December to meet with our real estate agent to see the possibilities and even write a deposit check if we're lucky enough to find a good opening at that time.
Which means I'm overwhelmed with the enormous list of things to do. Securing housing means we have a firm move date. Tickets will be booked, shipping for the dogs arranged, and the little we plan to store will have to be moved. The biggest task will be selling the stuff we aren't taking or giving away. It's a huge task and seems to loom larger with every opened closet door and kitchen drawer. How did we get this much stuff? How on earth are we going to get rid of it all in the next few months? And why do we have so many weird items in our cabinets?
As daunting as the task may be, it is funny to go through every one of our possessions. I can't count the number of times I've uttered sentences like:
"Where did this come from?"
"I forgot we had this!"
"Why did we think we needed this?"
"I don't think I've ever seen this before."
There is so. much. stuff. The quantity is astounding. Things we don't need litter every corner, cabinet, closet, and shelf. Little things add up fast. I'm brought back to memories of cleaning out my grandfather's house after his passing. At the time, I couldn't fathom how so much stuff could be accumulated in a single lifetime. I have a better idea of how that works now.
It seems there is a significant emphasis on stuff today. I'm noticing more conversations that revolve around stuff. There are a lot of them. Whether it be about the latest and greatest or the items of old, there is a lot of talk about stuff. I'm looking forward to replacing these conversations with new topics, like experiences and people. Life shouldn't be about stuff.