I am presently surrounded by all of my worldly possessions: everything from a grade school picture to my mother-in-law’s best crystal candleholders; every possible-sized pot and dishes from at least 3 sets; hair brushes of unknown provenance, pots full of defunct ballpoint pens, 4 oriental rugs of varying sizes, and one forlorn dwarf bamboo in a moldering pot. And that’s only what I can presently see! As I relocate from my home of 25 years to an apartment (which I thought was spacious), I have learned some valuable lessons which I will impart to you.
The three most dreaded words in the English language are, “Have you seen…” followed closely by “Where is the…” and “It’s here somewhere.”
You know you’re getting old when you need more space for your medicine collection than for your makeup (and note that all your makeup, which has been hidden away for years, begins with some variant of “anti-aging”).
If you say to yourself, “Where did this ever come from?” or “Is this mine?” toss it! If you haven’t seen/used it in memory, you don’t need it.
If you and your significant other are still on speaking terms after a couple of weeks of this, you’re good for all eternity – or at least until one or the other of you walks out in disgust.
Keys. If you have any idea of what all these keys you’ve accumulated over the years unlock, you’re a better person than I. Corollary: put tags on all keys while you still have some idea, albeit vague, of what they go to. Another corollary: do you know how hard it is to throw away a key? What if…?
Carefully label all boxes as they are packed. That way, you’ll have a perfectly good reason to burst into tears when, unpacking, you find your good silverware at the bottom of a box of coat hangers.
When you just can’t take the sight of clutter as far as the eye can see, when your beautiful, light-filled apartment is pitch black because there are boxes stacked against the windows, when you find one more piece of something you know goes with something else but you can’t remember what and you don’t dare throw it away because you know that sooner or later you’ll find what it goes to, when it’s all just too much – well, it’s time to find a wine glass and a bottle of good wine, put the classical guitar music on and just try not to think about it for a while. It will still be there when you’ve finished the wine, but you just won’t care.
I feel like a coral reef without the pretty fish! Layers upon layers of boxes, paintings, pitchers and pictures, lamps and lamp shades, international things that I’m sure caught my eye in Bolivia or Beijing, Egypt or Copenhagen – what is it and why do I have it? Or does it have me?
How did all this stuff accrete to me? I feel like a coral reef without the pretty fish! Layers upon layers of boxes, paintings, pitchers and pictures, lamps and lamp shades, international things that I’m sure caught my eye in Bolivia or Beijing, Egypt or Copenhagen – what is it and why do I have it? Or does it have me? I look enviously at refugees, carrying all their worldly possessions in bundles and, while I don’t wish to be in their number, I respect their ability to put all of their really important possessions in a sheet or serape, bring the corners together in a knot and sling everything over their shoulders.
I did miss one very important lesson: if you can find some clean clothes somewhere, put them on and come to a concert. November 11th, the American String Quartet along with Tom Sleigh and Phil Klay will be performing at our regular venue, Temple Beth-El, at our regular time 3:15. You can come inside, shut off the clutter and confusion for a couple of hours and just relax, re-lax. It will all be there when you get back, but I am a believer in escape, no matter how transitory. And if you see someone with a serape full of possessions over her shoulder, well that will be yours truly.
– E Doyle