What Used to Be…

Our house used to be golden. It’s not that anymore, it has become a burden to me. I no longer care for it. No matter how much I purge, stuff creeps in, like water rising in a sinking boat.  I know to some this house would seem incredibly small but to me, it’s too much. My needs are shrinking, I dream of a smaller place with only the necessities. My Viejo fits the bill for now. I think I’ve got the solar worked out. We shall see. I am leaving any minute now heading east.
See you out there.

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  1. Like you, i have recently understood how little i truly need; i packed up all my clothes and now have 5 or 6 options left out that i rotate through and i love not having to think too much about clothes and stuff, i love the bare spaces i have made and i am a soldier keeping my love's things from encroaching too much on all this light and air, i gave hime three empty drawers on his side of the room that i can put his stuff in when he discards them on the dresser, the bed, everywhere, because i am becoming more minimalist and thank god some part of him understands. How far east are you traveling?

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  2. 'morning, Yolanda… pretty colors but your Viejo will have changing colors daily ~ even hourly.

    I am trying to make up mind about this house. I absolutely drive me insane with the indecision….

    Heading East? looking forward to reading all about it!

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  3. Angella, I wonder what this need to simplify is all about. Is it a normal progression or a reaction to the state of world? Both? I love the bare spaces as well.
    Soldier on.
    I don't expect I'll make it out of Ca this go round. I've been here so many years and have not seen most of it.
    xxoo

    Carolyn, Indecision is a killer!

    “He who deliberates fully before taking a step will spend his whole life on one foot.”
    This is true for me.
    xxoo

    Ms Moon, The pictures I've seen of your house are magical. It seems like a living breathing thing. Like most houses I think, but yours has a kind of mystery that I imagine would keep one engaged for a long time. This house has too many unfond memories for me and I can't seem to get past them.
    xxoo

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  4. the need to purge presses me on I just piled a bunch of books up to make space because I have this ridiculous belief that if I make space something will come to fill it though I mostly have empty holes now in 600 sq feet
    love and travel safely and love
    Rebecca

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  5. Rebecca, books are the hardest thing for me to purge! We have gotten rid of most but there are some that I just cannot part with. It's true! Something will fill the space. Even if you don't want it to.
    Happy Ash Wednesday to you.
    xxoo

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  6. I'm having hints of the re-house leanings. But yeah, I'm a bit of a one-footer, or maybe two heels dug in.
    Quote from the radio last night, attributed to Yogi Berra: When you come to a fork in the road, take it.

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  7. I have this need to simplify as well but find it nearly impossible to do so — particularly with books and the various beloved tchotkes (is that the way you spell it?). In any case, I love that golden wall and I wish you safe travels.

    By the way, my burlap Buddha bag that you made finally wore out, but since I keep everything, I put a favorite necklace inside of it and put it in my drawer.

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  8. A…Love that quote.
    Nothing wrong with being a “one-footer”….if you're dancing.

    Elizabeth. Alas, burlap does that. It makes me happy though that the bag is still serving a purpose, tucked away…

    Sheryl, you and me both sister!

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