How does one life boil down to crap in garbage bags?
Joannes condo has sold, but now we have to finish the clean out. I am having a hard time with going through her belongings. She has a lot of things. Some very beautiful pieces, and some junk. Who am I to decide what is important?
I know that I have tons and tons of things! But What is the value of an object?
A present from a friend, that they bought at the dollar store, can mean the world to me. Diamonds and royal dolton figures are amazing, but do they make me happier than other objects?
I have rocks that I have kept from a nice day, or because they felt nice. I have love letters from Phillip from 22 years ago. Would someone just throw them in the garbage or recycle because rocks and papers seem worthless.
Clothes remind me of parties,vacations and attitudes or feelings. They are so much more than what they look like hanging in the closet. And I feel horrible just packing Joanne’s life into boxes and bags. Yes, she can not use or keep everything anymore. Yes, we are taking what we will use, and donating or selling the rest. But it still seems so ……..awful.
(then there is the idiot voice deep inside my brain, that reminds me I will need to make these choices again and again as I clean my parents crap out someday, and finally someone will throw away all my treasures– the world hurts my brain–bed time now).
