It’s 2:30 in the morning. I woke because of pain. I had to have dental work done yesterday that requires me to sleep in a chair with my head propped up. I am thankful to my mother for bringing me her antigravity chair, I am really very comfortable except for the ach in my front teeth. Gum Grafting. Being awake at this hour my mind starts to wander, spin really. It’s been doing that for the last several weeks. I am sure I will not get a good nights rest till we leave. There is so much to do. I look around this house, at all our stuff! How have we accumulated so much? Jacob and I went through 5 boxes of books that are being stored in the garage. Got it down to 1.5. Mostly sentimental pictures and trinkets from our youth and a few special books. This doesn’t even put a dent in things. We need to have a garage sale ASAP. Our realtor suggested we try to clean out the garage, to make it look bigger. Our poor one car “garage” is pretty tiny with our shelves of shit that we barely even look at. Deep breath. This is the hard part, the letting go. Minimizing our stuff to a few boxes. We don’t want to pay a monthly storage fee so are asking our mothers and my sister to store our belongings. It needs to be a reasonable amount but as I look through my kitchen, my clothes, all the stuff I think, how in the world can I sell it all? Won’t I just have to replace it upon reentry?I wish I were watching a time-lapse video that shows our stuff disappearing one by one. It feels like there is so much work to do to sell off our things, pack the few items we are saving and finalize our plans for the first three months of travel.
I guess this is the lesson; the lesson of non-attachment. Once I get rid of the stuff, will I really feel a need to replace it? After embarking on this journey we will all be changed. We will all have different priorities, I hope. Maybe I won’t feel the need to fill up a house with stuff but rather fill up a life with adventure—EDVENTURE.