I have spent the better part of the past four months moving into a smaller home, thus the silence on this blog.
You can imagine it–all the sifting and sorting of what will fit, what won’t fit, either the house or me as the me I have become. My very patient son moved a heavy television console in and out three times. I am now quite confident with a power drill from all the putting up shelves and modifying that I have done. Wayfair and Amazon deliveries came every few days, and I spent what seemed a great deal of time nearly standing on my head as I assembled pieces of furniture. I’ve also become quite handy with a paint brush and can of spray paint.
Each day that has passed, I have come to love this house more and more. I got to choose the colors and the pieces that are particular to me now. There is great satisfaction in simplifying. It is the ‘out with the old, make way for new.’ Yes, even many books have been let go. Others I would let go and snatch back! What if I needed to read them someday?
One thing is quite a surprise, and that is how neat and tidy the house stays. There are no longer a son and grandchildren to cook for and clean up after. Only the dog and I live here.
And this is the first time, ever in my life, that I have lived on my own.
This is a situation that requires adjustment. But I have discovered that I rather like it.
I am reminded of a quote read long ago:
“Life is what you make it. Always has been, always will be.”
~ Grandma Moses, artist