Last week Tom was glancing at my To Do List, and laughed. One of the items was “unpack a box,” and he found the “a” part of it amusing. Not surprising, considering the fact that our garage was not only still half-full of them, but our living room had recently acquired several from our newly emptied apartment. (Which by the way – we are finally officially checked out of – good riddance!) I told him that it was worded that way out of necessity. If I put “unpack all boxes,” I would stare at it, knowing it would be the last thing on that list to be checked off, and then I’d still have to keep it around, even though I’d started and finished several other lists. One box was manageable to think about. Baby steps.
This is the point I’m at right now – the time when I have to force myself to not avoid the giant brown towers cluttering our lives. At first, I was all gung-ho – we needed the stuff in a bunch of those boxes to be able to function in our daily lives: dishes, towels, clothes, etc. Sometimes, it was even fun and Christmas-like. I found my favorite bowl, the really soft sheets, and that do-hickey that keeps the microwave plate stable (really annoying to not have that the last 8 months.) Now it’s definitely more chore-like, and I seem to be constantly surprised at how much CRAP we own. Why on earth did we allow all this stuff to follow us across country? Because someone else paid for it to be packed and moved, that’s why. Discretion on what to take is probably the only benefit for doing it yourself, but it’s a good one.
Today I managed to push past the one box, and empty out three. I know – you’re all super impressed. Here’s the really sad part – I haven’t actually put all this stuff away. Kitchen, bathroom, clothes – those kinds of things have found homes, but there’s a whole lot of “stuff” that has been unwrapped, but just put in the room of its eventual resting place. Part of this is because we’re still focusing a lot of energy on getting rooms redecorated. I don’t want to get everything put in its place, just to take it out again while we strip wallpaper, replace cabinets, or paint. So even though the boxes are slowly dwindling, there’s still so much to do. And it will continue like that for quite awhile. There is a LOT of wallpaper in this house. A lot. But the good news is – it feels like home, and will only get better as we continue to settle in. Plus, all those donations to the Salvation Army will come in handy around tax time.