Today is Day One of the first Great Purge we have had a chance to do in the last couple of years. God, it feels good. It’s almost an endorphin rush. By Great Purge, I mean in the sense of how I used to live. For 10 or 15 years there, before I settled down with the Ogress, I moved frequently. I moved from town to town, sometimes across country, usually across the state, about every year. As a result, I mastered the art of paring down all my belongings to 1) what was the most useful, and 2) the few things that meant the most to me. For several years, everything I owned fit into the back and trunk of a Nissan Sentra.
At first, it seemed like a meager and poor way to live, but after a while, I came to love it. I am mostly unencumbered, and having too much STUFF starts making me feel all crowded and unhappy. Fortunately, I married a woman who is the exact same way, having moved frequently in her 20’s, sometimes back and forth across the Atlantic.
So now, every year or so, we go through and PURGE. We get rid of all the useless tchotchkes, the old magazines, the CD’s that have piled up, the old paperwork, the old clothes, etc. Basically, everything that is not useful or absolutely of so much personal sentimentality that getting rid of it is unthinkable. The rest goes in the garbage, the recycling, to Goodwill, or on Ebay for a few bux.
Except, it’s been a couple of years now. The Ogress was pregnant there for a while, and then we had the Ogreling, whose presence made a purge impossible. Man, junk started to pile up high. It has been deeply disturbing.
Only now, he’s a year old. He’s starting to walk around and outgrow a lot of the baby crap we have sitting around (OK, OK, most of that is either going into storage for the next time, or to friends who are having kids).
So today, today, oh glorious day, we woke up, marched to the other end of the house, and started systematically going through all our stuff. Junk drawers have been emptied. Old rugs have been 86’ed. Our liquor cabinet, with all the various types of glasses which we have never used, has been streamlined. Magazines and newspapers recycled, baby room cleaned out, utility room virtually emptied, refrigerator emptied, cleaned out, and reassembled, etc.
God, it feels good. Give us another week or two, and we will have gotten rid of hundreds, if not thousands, of pounds of useless, meaningless garbage. I can’t wait. While it’s unrealistic to think we will ever get back to being able to fit our stuff into a car (and as a family man, I wouldn’t even want to live that sparely nowadays), it’s going to be great to streamline.