Here is the bedroom that has my daughter and son’s things stored in it. I’m sleeping on this bed while they are away. I’ve bought a gel foam mattress for me to sleep on when they are here, but I haven’t sewn the cover for it yet. I’ve got a month to get that done.
Since this apartment has an open floor plan between the living and dining spaces, we will just call this the “couch area.” How’s that?
I closed on the house today. Imagine carrying two buckets filled with water, one in each hand for five miles. When you reach your destination, you set the buckets down and your weary arms, relieved of their burden, seem to float up of their own accord.
That is how I feel today. Relieved of a burden that I have carried for a long time. Floating. And then a friend dropped by to celebrate with me: the house closing and my recent birthday.
I commandeered the coat closet in the living room for my own.
And here is that mountain of boxes that belong to the kids in the bedroom closet.
Tomorrow, I get the keys to the apartment and will start moving the items that fit in my car. Including this mountain of boxes that belong to my daughter and middle son. My daughter is in St. Petersburg, USSR studying and middle son is in St. Louis, working.
Since we are all sort of in transition, the easily portable, labeled boxes will come in handy in the coming year. When beloved daughter comes home in August, she will be packing up virtually all her things, including some furniture not pictured here to move to her own apartment for her final year of undergraduate studies. Middle son, will be leaving in August for a 10 month study abroad program in Ireland. So, his stuff will stay with me while he is away.
On Friday, my brother and his wife are driving down from Chicago to help youngest son and me move the bigger items with a rented truck. We will spend the night in the new apartment. They are bringing their own air bed. Saturday, we will celebrate my 57th birthday!
Woo Hoo! I’m feeling confident that as I transition from sharing a space with children into solo living in a travel trailer that I will be able to keep my count of items below 100. That has been my goal for years. It is so close, I can taste it. It has oaken/solid undertones with a hint of freedom and lots of aroma of affection.
Miscellaneous Items (#14)
And there are 9 wooden hangers in the photos.
Personal Care Items (#11)
The past year brought a revolution in my personal care products. In the fall, I developed a persistent and itchy rash. It continued through 2 rounds of steroids. I eventually went to an allergist, who’s testing revealed that I am allergic to many chemicals in personal care products. So, I have switched to products that have natural elements, that I am not allergic to. The soap is hand-made with olive oil. The coconut oil I use as a make-up remover, skin lotion, hair de-frizzer, and lip balm. If only I could brush my teeth with it……
I am so excited by my progress. I hope you all are as well.
I have edited the original post (both the number and added the last photo) as astute reader Elizabeth asked about my hair care routine, and I realized I had left something off the count. Other than the shampoo and coconut oil already mentioned, this is my only hair product. I finger comb my hair (though as it gets longer, I will likely buy a comb.) I let it air dry, and when it is dry, I use the above pictured thingie to clip it up.
These are exciting times for this minimalist.
I listed the house, and within 48 hours had a full price offer. The home inspection has occurred and now we wait for the closing next month. Moving day will be my birthday, the day I usually do my annual count. I’ll count my stuff a couple of weeks early and post the photos like I do each year.
Here’s a few things I’m not going to count because I’m not taking them with me when I move:
The tall ladder for cleaning the gutters. The lawn mower. The rakes, the snow shovel, the digging shovel. Two of the beds. A dresser. A bookshelf.
Moving is a perfect opportunity to consider the need for every single possession.
Here’s what it looked like before:
The painters have started on the outside. The house will be ready for market soon.