I am at the edge of one part of my life, contemplating what is next. I look around and see my home filled with the stuff of four people; some of these things have not been used for many years, but I cannot let them go. I gladly accept that my children have become adults, they have no more uses for their toys. Somewhere in the fog this small, insecure, weepy voice whimpers to me, "One day there will be children in the house again." And I, sentimentalist that I am, listen.
What got me started dreaming of the simpler life, you ask? I was listing my books in Ravelry. Some people haven't read this many books in their lifetimes! And there is no way I'm letting ANY of these puppies go! Back when I had my three-years-to-live cancer scare, I told Twin B that some of these books would fetch a a small fortune on ebay. (A small fortune for him is $100.00). Now that the scare is only an occasional panic attack, I am back to my collective ways.
So, if that old wind blows my house down, I'll have more that the usual mess to clean up.
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