Today I started the hard part - packing and purging the big items. It started in the back yard. I disassembled the trampoline. Some friends of ours picked it up but the process of taking it down reminded me of the time I put it together. Lots of memories and I suppose that will be the story of moving. Lots of memories and deciding what is worth packing up ... and what is not.
I have come to understand that purging is almost as nice as repenting. Getting rid of stuff that you have held onto for so long has a bit of freedom with it. No longer do I feel bogged down with items that have value... just not for me. I felt like a steward of a warehouse of stuff that I would not use. I am glad we are able to purge and be free of the stuff that was accumulated over the years.
