28 February 2011

Done. . . .

Done weeding, pricing, hanging, packaging, tagging, pinning, taping, etc for two consignment sales. . .and I am so drained!  Physically, mentally, especially emotionally. . . .getting rid of baby stuff has been hard.  And it has been little things like this one little polka dot dress that Maggie and Charlotte both wore.  It was just a dress, not even a particularly special one, but I kept fixating on it and panicking that I was getting rid of it.  Right now, when our whole lives are being picked up, shaken, and turned inside out, it feels like I just want to sit in the middle of our world and gather everything I know close and not let it out of my sight.  I did let the dress go--it's in the sale, maybe even home with someone else already. . and to be honest, tonight I am having trouble breathing thinking about it (and all it represents).  The good thing is that I know tomorrow I will breathe a little easier. . . and will probably dig in my closet for the little pile of baby clothes that I am hanging on to!

08 February 2011

a funny coincedence. . .

In Birmingham (about half hour from where we will be living), the people are called "Brummies" and the accent is "Brummy"  Birmingham is sometimes referred to as "Brum"  :)

04 February 2011

Passports. . .

We applied for the girls' passports today. . .they will have more stamps in their passport than I do right now at age 34. . .it's amazing to be to contemplate the places we will be able to easily take them!!

01 February 2011


The paperwork is finally starting to come to us. . .never thought a pile of papers that I really don't have time to read would look so beautiful!   Now the real fun begins!

Catharsis. . .

I am working on cleaning things out. . .and am so conflicted about it.  On the one hand, it is unnerving.  I have realized (really always knew) that I am a person who surrounds themselves with stuff as a comfort.  So getting rid of things--even those we haven't touched in a year or forgot we had--is a bit stressful.  What if I end up needing it?  What if I can never find it again?  What if I have to pay twice as much to replace it?  What will happen if I can actually walk around my bedroom without tripping over piles of junk?

On the other hand. . . .damn it feels good to get rid of stuff!!  I am sad to see things go because of the enormity of this move; would we get rid of these things if a cargo hold on a ship wasn't forcing us to?  But, the weight of keeping up with our stuff is getting lighter with every box I fill up.  I am a better person when I am not bogged down by the piles!   

So I will continue to send our things on to a new home. . .maybe then when we get to our new home we might be able to live a little more simply and be more focused on what's really important.