Deborah Woehr

I’m finally starting to invision how my furniture will look in my new house. It’s very strange, packing up and leaving after 13 years. We’ve barely started packing, since we’re STILL trying to move my mother-in-laws things into her mobile home.

Last night, I took my youngest son over to the house after we went to his karate lesson. We got more furniture and things moved into the garage. There’s not much left in the house anymore, thank God. I get frustrated with her because she refuses to throw anything away, including the broken and/or tattered items.

This motivates me to throw out more of my belongings than I’d originally intended. Although it kills me to have to throw out my books, I have to think realistically. The majority of them are trade paperbacks which I’ll never get around to reading. Maybe if I get to retire, but I doubt I’ll read them then.

Since I don’t have time to lug all 100+ of them to the library or a used book store, out they’ll go. I’m going to be just as systematic with the rest of the house. The big reason for this drastic measure is that I don’t want to put my kids through what my husband and I are going through right now. It’s too much.

The important things are the photo albums, the home videos, the family heirlooms, and the basic living necessities. That’s it. Everything else is replaceable or unnecessary.