We're getting ready to make the big move to America, and while my husband still refuses to verbally commit to moving (he still says, MAYBE we'll leave), he's cancelled our apartment damage insurance, for example, and has given the thumbs up to my sorting through all our stuff and putting it into piles of To Keep or To Toss. We have around twelve unopened boxes from our last move, and I've gone through all of them and reduced the To Keep pile to three boxes--not including my son's things. The To Keep pile will be further reduced, I'm sure, especially once I enlist my husband's aid. And everything else that's in the house will stay behind.
Yesterday, as I was going through one box and called my husband at work to ask if he wanted to keep a certain computer game, he made the most decisive verbal commitment to the move I've ever heard from him. He said, "Before we go, we can go through those things together." Naturally, I skipped lightly over those words, "before we go," as if it were the hundredth time he'd said it. But my heart soared when I heard them for the first time, yesterday.
It's been very difficult thinning out my life (though I wish thinning out my SELF would be so easy). I've always been a keeper of things. Papers, books, pens, little mementoes. Part of it is that common conviction that SOME DAY I'll need this again. Part of it is an unwillingness to let go of something of the past. And still another part is a childish irrationality that an inanimate object will feel lost and rejected when I throw it in the trash. This deep and well-hidden sense of animism is probably more indicative of myself than of an innate sense of common soulfulness among all and everything. But it's still there, left over from childhood, that little girl who was secretly certain that the rock held in her hand possessed a form of soul...
So how do you get rid of all these things that, if they possess no soul of their own, at least claim and harbor a portion of your own? It requires careful, steady ruthlessness, that's certain.
But even so, it's difficult.
