This blog is a collection of stories on the ordinary days of today and a documentary of the days of the past. Thank-you for reading and allowing me to share. Enjoy your ordinary days and hopefully the bits and pieces of mine will resonate with the moments in your lives that bring you happiness.
Garrett sold his house yesterday. Not finding the perfect
replacement, he has temporarily moved into an apartment. And he likes it. A
With every trip to Goodwill, box thrown away, and downsizing
exercise; Garrett has let out a sigh of relief. Simplification. As with most
values in life, Garrett and I are on this same page with this one as well. Less
As we happily emptied boxes and put final touches on his apartment this weekend (I have coined it his bachelor pad), we reflected on the last time either of us
inhabited an apartment. Our prior "wants" in these youthful days was for more, bigger, better.
While living in our apartments, post-college, we dreamed of a big house. Then we dreamed of a new car and an even bigger house. Passing success markers meant affording better material possessions, for our kids
and for ourselves. Our kids’ toy rooms were full and their lives full of select teams and private lessons. All as we sat
back smiling at our accomplishments. Signs of success, right? Wrong. We had it
Many of our kids’ toys were given away before
adequate play; too many to choose from. Memories aren't built on plastic.
Boxes of clothes and collectibles have been carted in mass to Goodwill from both our
homes. The yearn for less and our regret in previously believing otherwise are
Garrett's new apartment is cozy. It will serve as a nice transition into his yet-to-be-found home. What he does know about his next house is that it will be smaller than the last and maintenance will be almost nonexistent. High on the requirements list are a comfortable neighborhood to walk the dog and close proximity to the foothills for a good bike ride. We laugh
at our dramatic change in mindset from our house-hunting years of past.
Our quest for big now revolves around big ideas on how we should
live our lives and use our hearts. These big items don’t come with a price tag
or a need for a reserved space in the house.
I never thought I would turn into a minimalist, but I am…we
are…and it feels good. A sign of age? Probably. Mid-life crisis? Maybe.
Although we may never be able to completely pinpoint the cause, the resulting
feeling of freedom is exhilarating. Freedom from material wants provides an
open easel to the world. Let the fun begin….