I'm not sure what prompts me to want to clean randomly. I'll be somewhere, doing something with someone completely unrelated and the wave will hit me. I get this sudden urge. Must. Clean. Everything. Then usually, once I get home, I don't do it. But not today. Today I went above and beyond the norm. I decided that I wanted to get rid of all of my dishes from when I lived in Savannah, thinking that I will never need those again. Whenever I move out, I will want new things I'm sure... things that will be more "permanent". So, I went down to the storage room in the basement and searched for yard sale treasures.
I started by going through the boxes labeled "Jamie's Books" and I didn't find too many things to sell... throw out yes, sell no. Then I moved to the boxes labeled "Jamie's Kitchen" and boy did I find some goodies. Pots, pans, plates, glasses, utensils, bowls, you name it. I decided the flower print plates were a go, along with the bowls and mundane glasses. As I moved to the bigger boxes filled with the pots and pans, my mother came downstairs to see what was going on. She was surprised that I was getting rid of so many "essential" things in her mind. She asked what would happen when I got an apartment. And thought it was crazy or dumb to part with all those things, when I don't have a ring on my finger.
Is she right? Is it stupid for me to part with all those things when my life's plan isn't certain?
She's implying that I should have an engagement or some sort of plan before I toss all my apartment goodies. While I would just rather... "start fresh" when I do move out. Either way, that stuff is from when I was 19 and almost 5 years later, I think I'm ready to get rid of it.
To toss or not to toss, that is the question.
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