Thursday, October 14, 2010
The Finding of the Lost
I have been here for nearly eight years. I bought this house after my divorce from my children's father, my husband for nearly twenty years. In all that time quite a bit of property came into this house and not so much went out. This deck was stacked against me in all directions. It is not that I felt particularly attached to any of these fine items that had residence here, its just that with raising my children, being a girlfriend, then wife, and building my career and furthering my education I really did not get around to thinking much about what to do with the things in my house. Because of this, it has now become the order of each day, to go room to room, corner to corner, and into each closet and crawl space, evaluating and examining and sorting what will stay and what will go, some from just my home, and some from my life completely.
I learned early on in this project that there are all kinds of feelings and emotions tied up in the things we keep so I am writing about that and the process of discovering, thinking, deciding and in lots of cases letting go. It seemed a perfect time to do this once, living in the moment of the thing in my hands, experiencing all it represents then deciding its fate.
It seems as though this should be a straightforward endeavor, but in reality it is not. For me, nearly each thing I laid my hand on, conjured up a memory or a feeling and presented me with the challenge of having to evaluate it and decide. I chose that not only would I decide IF something could stay or not but WHERE it would be placed and WHY. It made sense to begin with the big items and then move to the smaller ones. Since work was to be done in my basement, I began there, purposing to work my way upward. One of the biggest things in the room was my son's Weider Gym rack.