This weekend is my big cleanout weekend and I’m kind of freaking out at the moment.
I’ve known for awhile that this was coming, but I kind of put it out of my mind while my kitchen was being renovated.
The “kick in the ass” was the elevator in my apartment building. It’s going out of service for at least 6 weeks on September 10th.
My original plan was to fly my nephew and his wife to NY, rent a truck here, load it up, have them drive it to NC, unload it and return the truck there.
Which was a incredibly expensive plan. And one way truck rentals are jaw-dropping.
And I’ve been saying all along ( I hope I’m right) that I didn’t need a truck because I wasn’t planning on taking furniture. I just needed a cargo van.
So the new plan is for my nephew and a friend of his (his wife can’t ditch work) to rent a van in NC and make the round trip drive on September 7th and 8th.
(Add to list : call nephew and make sure he understands mileage rules before he rents a vehicle and drives it 1200+ miles)
Then I am having a junk removal company come haul away my furniture. Everything is at least 12 years old (most of it’s older) and most of it is high-end flatpack stuff that’s not worth salvaging. (Another jaw-dropping expense, until you think about it- they still have to move it out, load it on a truck and unload it somewhere). I have a full truck’s worth, at least.
And it’s HARD. I’ve been slowly hauling away garbage bags full of stuff for months now, trying to thin everything out, and feeling I haven’t made a dent. Except I did get my 4 large wall units empty and cleaned and hauled away. But there’s always more. I’ve been at it hard for a week now. I have a big huge pile of packed stuff but there’s so much more.
I’ve been using what I call “hobo luggage” for most of the packing, the large plaid (they’re always plaid) heavy duty plastic totes.
They really are perfect. Ive been packing small loose items inside shoe boxes and packing those in the totes. I’ve got lots of them and I’m leaving some of the heavier ones half empty, this will give us more flexibility when I comes to packing.
I’m being merciless, but maybe not merciless enough. I’ve never been a hoarder and I’ve done a pretty thorough cleaning every five years or so. Which means most of the stuff I’m tossing away has “made the cut” several times.
Clothing is the hardest for me. My weight has a mind of its own and it fluctuates through a 20-25 pound range on a 10 year cycle. Right now I’m at a high point and there a lot of stuff in my closet that doesn’t fit right. I’m throwing the smaller stuff out, that’s a no-brainer. But my problem is the stuff that I’m not wearing because it’s a little tight. Which is about everything I own except for a selection of sweats and athletic pants. (That’s all I’ve worn to work this year, because I don’t give a fuck anymore). I do have a couple of pairs of pull on stretch pants that look like nice khakis and dress pants but I don’t bother for work.
I can’t decide whether or not to toss them all or keep them all. Or half and half (keeping a few pairs of each style). But that can be the biggest mistake of all, I happened before. I’ll fall in love with them again in 5 years, they’ll be unavailable, and I’ll be kicking myself over the ones I threw away.
But I’m babbling because it’s the existential aspect of this that’s freaking me out. I’m literally throwing almost everything I own away. I’m giving up my business, my career, my apartment, my life as I know it. I’m not leaving for good just yet -I have to get the rest of this apartment renovated so I’ll stay for a week or so and camp ( I’m leaving a mattress, a night table and a chair, and I’ll still have a fully stocked kitchen) -then I’ll go down to NC, let the guys work - then when they’re done I’ll come back and get it on the rental market.
I know it’s the right thing to do and I have a list a mile long of reasons why. My business isn’t where I need it to be at this time in my life - I could still make a living but that would require lugging a backpack around Manhattan doing service calls all day and that’s not what I want to do.
And my family in North Carolina needs me to be there.
So this is it, the beginning of the end. This weekend. I’ve lived in this apartment for over 25 years, this city for 39. I need to breath deeply. My ultimate declutter is happening now. It’s unburdening but a little scary.