Sunday, June 14, 2009
My eldest son is moving out on Wednesday. He has not packed one thing. I fear he is simply going to leave with suitcase in hand.
I could scream. I have restrained myself because he’s been sick for the past week, still going to work and basically passing out with fatigue when he gets home. (But he could have done some packing prior to this past week!)
Part of me (the lazy part) wishes that when I finally move from this house, I could simply walk out with one or two (maybe three) suitcases. The thought of sorting through, getting rid of and/or packing 22 years of accumulated junk is daunting.
Would anyone like to buy a house filled with the contents of my lifetime? (And probably some of my son’s as well.)
Included is my childhood paper doll collection.
I figure that’s gotta be a deal clincher right there.
Photo credit: http://www.everydayart.com/image/suitcase.jpg