I’m in the position where I’m having to get rid of things. Things that I’ve had for years, some that I love, some that I don’t. It’s really making me wonder if we, are too attached for our own good to things that should simply be things!
There are so many people who will tell you about clutter and hoarding and how bad it is for you and many of them will tell you that things are just things and they don’t make a life and they certainly don’t love us back but I don’t know if that’s true.
“There was a period when I believed stuff meant something. I thought that if you had matching side chairs and a sofa that harmonized and some beautiful lamps to light them you would have a home, that elegance signaled happiness.”
― Anna Quindlen
The story of my desk.
When I was young and I first moved into my own place, I was in the very lucky position to have my dad fully kit out my apartment. I know now how fortunate I am but at the time, it just felt like it was what needed to be done. Of course that was his JOB as a father.
After he died, I became more and more sentimental about the things I owned that he had put into that apartment. A bed that I had outgrown my love for. A table that used to be in my teenage bedroom. A desk, made of cherry wood that he picked out for me. So that I would have somewhere to study.
Some things are easier than others
I’m getting rid of the bed. It’s time to let go. But that old cherry wood desk seems so much like something my dad would have in his own house that I’m really struggling to let go of it. It’s like I’d be getting rid of a piece of HIM. It’s not. It’s just a desk. It’s staying.
“Just because something belongs to you doesn’t mean you should keep it for the rest of your life. Things are meant to be transitory.”
― Susan Wright
My beloved dining room table.
My table is beautiful. It’s truly the best piece of furniture I’ve ever owned. It’s an eight seater teak wooden table that was simply massive. We had to choose the houses we lived in based on where the table would fit in. I loved my table so much.
More than the table, I love the memories that I made at that table. As a family, with my family. We had dinner parties and Sunday lunches. We wrote our dissertations at that table. We folded laundry on the table, we collected piles of junk on that table. That table was the centre of our home. When we had Oden we had to swap the lounge and dining room space as we needed more living room. Our table became that too big piece of furniture that had to go. We didn’t get rid of it.
When we decided to move to New Zealand – we looked at houses on the internet and we knew that it was time. It was finally time to say good-bye to our beloved table. An inanimate piece of furniture that had come, over the last decade, to feel like a part of the family.
And so we put it up for sale and we waited.
A few people came to look at it but everyone said the same thing “it’s too big for my house” we knew it would be a struggle but it had to be done.
After months and months, the table finally sold. I am heartbroken.
“The things you used to own, now they own you.”
― Chuck Palahniuk,
My replacement table, a tiny four seater table now sits in the place my beautiful table used to be. It’s ridiculous how lost and little it looks in comparison. I am truly heartbroken.
At the end of the day – a table is just a thing.
The memories we made at the table are in my heart, in my memory. It’s not about the things. It’s about how we feel, the good times we have. It’s about the life we spent living around that table with the people we love. It’s not about the things we own.
It’s about the love we have!
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