Part One: Cleaning out the clutter and creating a cozy lair
Sometimes the art of creating cozy can be quite a labor intensive process. I have moved back in with my parents this past weekend to start a planned journey towards becoming debt free. (That will be the part-two of this post.)
In order to move back in, there was a lot of work that needed to be done in terms of preparing the house for all of my belongings and well, for me. For the past several weekends, I have been working in the basement of my parent’s house that was built in 1908, uncovering, sorting, organizing, clearing, cleaning, reminiscing, giving away, and recycling 30 years of stuff. By no means are my parents hoarders, at least no more than anyone else who has lived in one place for several decades. It’s just that a house requires upkeep and maintenance, and if you don’t put more effort into maintenance that you do into consuming, the “very important stuff that you need” inevitably wins. And so you continue to store camping gear, sleeping bags with broken zippers, past school work and transcripts, old decorations and frames, furniture that was handed down by the older generation, outdated electronics, and the list goes on and on and onandonandon, for years without really thinking about it.
Then you get this.
And all of a sudden, one realizes that it is impossible to go down the basement stairs without tripping on a bag of sailing gear or some other piece of stuff that lives in the stairwell because, well, it’s simply too traumatic and dangerous to take it down any further.
And so the clearing began. The “camping corning” was the hairiest of all the beasts. Beneath the camping gear, were boxes of baby clothes and school work that also needed to be sorted into “yes this is worth keeping” and “I’m not sure how this made it down here” piles. My mom was a trooper and was there every step of the way, recognizing the therapeutic value that all of the magazines and other miscellaneous items had provided in their time, but also being able to purge and move forward through the cobwebs to eliminate the superfluous stuff that had taken over.
The recycling bin was filled to the brim for several weeks. Piles of things under a sign labeled “Free” suddenly disappeared off the lawn, and soon the stuff was all gone.
Sigh of relief.
Over Memorial Day weekend, I moved. I set up a little cozy living space in the “camping corner” and I’m quite pleased. Who knew there was even a window there! It’s not much, but I don’t need much. I have all of my art supplies out and accessible, and a space to relax after work.
I’m on my way to becoming debt free and this is a small sacrifice to get there!