It’s amazing how much detritus one can build up over the course of 33 years. We were very fortunate a few weeks ago to have the opportunity to bless someone else with my former “treasures.”
My mother and I had been prepping our items for the last three months, stealing the little minutes that we could find to sort through our lives and decide what items no longer fit with our life priorities. My own criteria was to find the items that didn’t make me happy when I held them, that didn’t fit with my personally defined style, or that I had outgrown without the residual nostalgia that clung to some of the items from my youth.
Early to rise, coffee in hand, my mother and I lugged our (far more numerous than we had realized) items to the Fort Stanwix Parking Garage. The shoppers were so enthusiastic that an hour had gone by before we had all of our items unpacked and prices; we were too busy exchanging merchandise for cash and making change. It is always amazing to me how someone can have something to offer that was just what someone else had been looking for. Even though we were on the third floor, we had a steady flow of shoppers and bargain hunters.
At the end of the day, exhausted and happy, we took our remaining items (many fewer than we had anticipated) away to be donated. As many of you who have undertaken something similar know, the feeling of relief was almost palpable; not only had we winnowed our possessions down to those of true value to us, we had completed an epic three-month effort to better our lives and our homes.
Sincere thanks and kudos go to Rome Main Street Alliance for coordinating an event that undoubtedly took an enormous amount of work. Their volunteers were friendly and helpful, and the event was very well-organized. My mother and I had a wonderful time making deals and watching others walk away with just the thing they were looking for (and a few serendipitous surprises!). In addition, I got the opportunity to meet many of my readers, who miraculously recognize me from my picture, no matter how bedraggled and sleep-deprived I happen to be when they see me.
(P.S. So many of my dear readers have noticed the absence of my columns periodically over the past several weeks. Life has thrown me, and my memory, several curve balls. I hope you haven’t missed them too much, and I hope to be more consistent in the future! Thanks for reading.)