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If you are ever tempted to hoard stuff, don't.
I spent yesterday clearing out my Mum's old house.
She is now in a retirement village/nursing home environment and her old home is being sold.
It is a job I have been dreading with every inch of my being, for a variety of reasons. I know she is resisting. I have involved her as much as I can. Torn between practicality and speed, and giving her some dignity in this whole entire process.
Room by room I came across boxes and boxes of stuff. Cubboards and drawers, crammed with stuff.
Just stuff. Piles of stuff. A decade of things.
I have no idea what to do with it all.
My instinct is the skip.
My conscience suggests she would really wants to keep it all. It is hers. An accumulation of a life.
Practicality dictates that she (and by default, that means me...) must whittle it all down.
It makes me want to go through every inch of my own home and declutter. More space, more air, less stuff.
My memories are indelible. I do not need stuff.
It is all just stuff.
Monday, 30 April 2012
Blogged by Diminishing Lucy on Monday, April 30, 2012