Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Thoughts from a heap

I think we have finally been in our new apartment long enough that we’re ready to start dealing with all the junk. You know, the “crap heap” as we so affectionately call it. Let me give you some advice: If you ever move cross-country, sell everything before you leave. EVERYTHING. You can buy new clothes when you get to where you’re going, I promise. We were advised to sell some things before we left but just couldn’t let go of all the things we most certainly would “need.” So instead, we paid to get it all here then….well….we sold it. Two love seats, one sofa, a very large desk, a table saw, lawn mower, two end tables and one coffee table. You know, small stuff that was cheap and easy to get here (insert sarcastic font).

Once we cleared out all the extra furniture, I found box after box full of “keepsakes.” I am extremely sentimental, and have a tendency to hang onto everything that reminds me of someone or something special.

When I was a kid, my mom used to occasionally lock herself in my room with a box and clean everything out. I’ve never had the ability to determine what is truly a keepsake and what is not. I would be so sad because she threw out my “treasures” when really she was doing me a favor.

I digress…

I spent a few evenings and went through each and every note and card that I’ve kept for all these years. And as I read the notes, I felt so many different emotions.

I laughed at the gossipy notes and cards from highschool…the ones filled with weekend plans, silly chatter and the occasional “so-and-so totally has a crush on you!”

All the birthday cards, graduation cards, and “just because” cards made me feel warm and fuzzy because I have been so blessed in life with family and life-long friends who love me and have always wanted the best for me.

But then I cried. A lot.

I cried because of friendships which have grown apart over time. Because of friendships which weren’t allowed to even grow to a real depth, because life just kind of got in the way. I stopped and thought about it for a while and it kind of makes sense. I left Kansas after highschool, spent the better part of four years in Florida with friends from all over the country. Then moved to North Carolina for three years and was just settling into some really good friendships when we found out we were moving to Texas. I cried because we haven’t found our Texas friends yet, and I had to be completely honest with myself.….I’m kind of lonely.  

But you know, we never really appreciate the sun until we’ve had a few cloudy days, right? I guess sometimes it takes being uncomfortable to regroup and focus on what really matters.

This whole year has been the most stretching and growing time I’ve ever experienced. Parts of it have been total mountain top experiences, and parts of it have been scary and lonely. It’s a process. I’m at a point of looking back and reflecting, but I’m ready to start looking forward and anticipating what is to come. I’m discovering who I really am; as a woman, as a wife, and most importantly as a child of God.

I’ll be just fine.

Can you believe I got all that from a crap heap? ; )



  1. I understand. I keep most of my stuff too. It's in a very pretty box that sits on my chest of drawers. I stack picture frames on top of it. Occasionally, I open it and get stuck sighing or smiling. Wish life had brought us geographically closer!

  2. Me too Lora! And glad to know I'm not the only one who keeps everything. :)

  3. Part of the reason I keep the stuff is so that when I go through it, I remember lessons learned, blessings received, and the faithfulness of our God through it all. Seems like a good justification to me :)

    Feels good to go through the stuff though, and at least figure out what's there and each time, there is something additional that you are ready to get rid of!

    Love you.

  4. I've found alot of what you wrote to be very true for me too. Except, in my more experienced lifetime,(ahem...I've had longer to add to my own pile) it gets easier over time to let things go. I've aquired many more things than I ever thought I would because I really don't like to have boxes piled up. But once we sorted through my Mom's things after she died, I brought back a whole new assortment of "stuff". (nicely put) Hence, the point. Don't sweat the small stuff. As you grow and do all the memories. But, it's ok to make room for new memories. By letting older items go, you make room for new things and new memories. I have found that I make my pile of boxes smaller a little at a time as I finally get tired of looking at them. It's much easier when you're in that mindset! Good luck Sandi!