The last time this occurred we got rid of an old china cabinet, that was a hard one. Now that I am moving I find there are some things that not only need to go but I want them to.
Jared and I have been together for six years and our furniture looks like we got together in college. It is such a mish-mash of left overs. I am so excited to be kicking some of it to the curb (well actually the Salvation Army).
There is a really old coach from his grandmother, the burnt orange recliner, this rocking chair and footstool and many other “odd” items that don’t reflect us very well. So yesterday we walked through the hole house talking and writing it all down. I feel like we are choosing the right to have less and more authentic belongings (the TV is going too).
This morning I am making the first of several runs to Good Will on the small stuff. We will have to call and get a truck to come pick up the rest. It feels good to let go of the old stuff, it has served us well and I am grateful but it is time to move on. May it bless someone else.