I’ve started thinking about mine. I’ve ignored it for decades.
When I’m gone, nothing will remain. I haven’t done anything worthwhile with my life. Two hundred years from now my name may be found in digitized census records. But nobody will look for it.
Nothing is forever.
The listing went live last night. Broker’s Open is today with first pubic showing tonight. Fingers are crossed. We made it over this hurdle!
Change is inevitable.
Embrace it or be left behind.
Embrace it to maintain and enhance resiliency.
All day yesterday was house staging work. The downside is that our lives are progressively discombobulated, the upside is that there’s less emotional attachment to the house as the staging furniture arrives because it feels like I’m living in someone else’s house. So I guess I’m advancing through the grief stages.
It’s late at night and you’ve been at it for hours. Your spouse starts yelling because the cellophane tape is breaking off of its roll and she/he can’t get the roll started again. Obscenities are being generated.
Do you reply with:
The correct response is something along the lines of #1. It is not, I repeat not, #2.
We priced storage facilities yesterday. Yikes! It depends on the location, but a 10′ x 10′ space costs between $200-$230 a month plus tax.
We’ve heard stories about people storing things for years, and when they empty their storage container most of the stuff goes into a dumpster. That’s insane! You paid lots of money to hold on to that junk only to discard it!
Why do humans hold onto stuff? What is it about “stuff?”
We’re moving our goods out of the basement in preparation for painting. And now we’re throwing out more stuff. We’ve done this once and are doing it again. Stuff to Goodwill, stuff to charities, stuff to recycling…
I hope we can stick to a 10 x 10 or maybe even squeeze down to a 10 x 5. You don’t want to know the prices for 10 x 15 or 10 x 20 storage!
… in West Seattle. Now comes scheduling the move and deciding what goes into storage.
