Four weeks tomorrow my husband starts his new job. Quebec City, here we come!  We have spent the last two weeks preparing the house for sale. Twenty-four years of life and living under one roof and the “stuff” to go with it. We’ve been clearing out closets, downsizing furniture and giving away craft supplies – letting go of things.

Not Exactly Easy

It hasn’t been easy, but it hasn’t been as hard as I expected, either. We’ve become so accustomed to the things around us that we don’t truly see them.  I’ve lost count of how many times one of us has muttered “what is this?  Why do I still have it?”  Let it go.

The hardest decision to make was parting with my Grammy’s dining room set.  Two of the three pieces were water damaged.  Though they hold fond memories and are still functional, they were unacceptable for donation.  We called a service to take them away and planned it so I would be out of the house when it happened.

Dining Room Memories

So many memories are wrapped around that furniture.  Lithuanian lunch feasts of Kugelis (potato casserole), cabbage rolls and roasted ham were lovingly prepared by my Grammy and served on dishes stored in the china cabinet.  Many competitive card games (we played for pennies) were won and lost around the dining room table.

I remember the smell of bacon frying in Grammy’s kitchen, which meant our favourite dish was on the way.  I remember the dread of learning that Cabbage rolls were on the menu – I still don’t love them…  Occasionally after a meal, my sister and I would hear voices floating out of the dining room speaking Lithuanian.  We knew those conversations weren’t for young ears.  Important adult “stuff” was going on.

Before I left on my errands, I removed the handles from the doors and put them safely away.  Everyone who has used those pieces over the years has touched those handles.  They were people I loved and who are key to the memories wrapped around that furniture.

Keeping the small pieces helped me part with the larger pieces.  Because it’s not the furniture that’s the memory.  It’s what those pieces bring back in my mind and heart that make me feel connected to my people and my past.