Downsizing – round two

I have spent the past three months leaving home.  I’ve been packing, purging, and plundering the stuff of my life.  I said goodbye to sentiment and weighed the importance of everything I owned.  It was tough.  Goodbyes are never easy, but that part of the adventure is over – I am now arriving and this segment of the journey is a whole other kettle of fish. 

I’ve been feeling like a downsizing dynamo – I was ruthless with my purge.  Alas, it appears I only partially plundered and now I have to dig in for round two. My new house is darling – but as ‘darling’ suggests, it’s small. I’m not a small person – figuratively or otherwise – I’ve got a lot of stuff. 

I have a coat collection that spans four decades, forty years of seasonal additions that I love – I am the queen of coats.  All the coats made the move with me but upon stuffing them into the closet of the guest room it became apparent at least half of the collection has to go.  Some retro fashionista is going to hit pay dirt at the Superfluity next week. 

The coats are just my next project – I’ve already driven bags of bedding and boxes of kitchen paraphernalia to the thrift shop this week. It seems half of every box I packed is destined to be dumped. But where the ‘leaving’ purge broke my heart the ‘arriving’ one feels better.  I’m once again being ruthless but this time I’m a real tough mother – my ‘darling’ condo isn’t going to magically grow another room – I have to take downsizing to the next level.