“We have too much crap!”
These words have echoed through our two story, 4 bedroom, 2.5 bath house countless times over the last week. How is it that we JUST did this 16 months ago in our move from Florida? I purged countless bags of stuff to move 400+ miles, less than a year and a half ago. It’s troubling how much we have managed to accumulate in such a short time.
Last week was all about purging, packing, storing, sorting… Oh, and in the midst of all of that chaos, we had our first day back to our Classical Conversations community.
The camper we will be staying in to begin with actually belongs to my dad and step-mom. They purchased a 2010 Salem LE Sport toy hauler fifth wheel in Tampa, FL and are having it delivered to Myrtle Beach… TODAY! We will live in their fifth wheel as we save up to buy the bunkhouse travel trailer we dream of. The campground where we will be living is a lovely little quiet place on the Intercoastal Waterway, with plenty of outdoor activities to keep us busy. We are quite excited to begin our “tiny Wonderland lifestyle”, but first we have to get down the rabbit hole. The rabbit hole being, of course, the actual narrowing transition from too much stuff to just what we need.
As I sit here at our makeshift kitchen table (having sold our dining set last weekend) looking around at the organized chaos around me, I utter a half-whispered prayer that God will give me strength to somehow make it through our last day of packing. Tomorrow is supposed to be our “move in day”, so everything around me needs to be stored, donated or stashed in the camper. All while keeping a seven- and eight-year-old from being bored out of their minds or too helpful.
Someone asked me yesterday at church if there is anything I will miss in this house. I am sure there will be many things, but the two big ones that pop into my head are the enormous kitchen and gigantic garden tub.
Ask my children the same question, and you’ll get much more profound answers. My seven-year-old girl, the queen of snacks, Ms. Social Butterfly answered, “My neighborhood friends and the ice cream truck!” (Way to stay consistent, punkin.) The eight-and-a-half-year-old boy, logical, Mr. (usually) Practical answered, “Memories”. (Way to wreck a mother’s heart, kid.) They are both enormously excited for this adventure; it makes me feel more secure that they aren’t going to actually miss anything in the house itself.
Well, here we go… Down the rabbit hole!