Last weekend, we participated in the annual block sale. We sold nearly everything we intended to -- about 300 books (not all were originally ours), our old end tables and table lamps, unused underbed storage containers, my old plastic action figures (bon voyage, Critical Maas!) all our VHS tapes. We also sold a few things we hadn't originally planned on -- namely, the kitchen table I refinished last year and half our kitchen chairs. (They had been brought out to display other stuff, and when someone made an offer, we shrugged, "Why not?")
For 24 glorious hours, the garage was empty. And I could not stop grinning every time I went down there. There is something very freeing about unloading material items you no longer want or need.
I can't recapture that combination of relief and elation exactly -- for one, our garage is now filled with our contractors' tools and some of the materials for the porch-in-progress. But I got close when reading "Give It Away." (Baltimore City Paper, Aug 29, 07)
I know what you mean about that freeing feeling when you get rid of things. I'm almost compulsive with getting rid of things I don't need now.
Posted by: Bethany | 2007.09.02 at 13:26