Thus, Commences the Shedding

You could be the proud new owner of this hat, previously worn by Sake the cat.

Oh, divine day! I’ve finally started getting rid of things.

It’s such a freeing feeling, being unfettered by possessions, having the flexibility to go or to stay at any time. Perhaps that is one of the things that makes me so un-American. I don’t understand the hoarding impulse. The consumer culture.

What I do understand is the impulse to shed as I go. To run away. To leave it all behind. Make things new.

This time I’m starting with the furniture. The couch and the night stand and the desk. Soon to be followed with a full-scale yard sale where I’ll shed pans and pots, glassware, books, even a few souvenirs from the days when I thought souvenirs were cool.

And then I will be left with the things I use and the things I love and nothing less or more than that. Luna and a computer and a sassy wardrobe, mostly. Oh, god, will it be freeing!

For now, I’ve listed some of the furniture on Craigslist (though, I’m sad to say, so far the response has been shockingly low; anyone want to buy a night stand?). And I’ve been boxing up all the things I don’t use around the house, readying them for the yard sale in early May. Pricing them as I go.

It’s such a relief to be rid of the things I don’t use. Or almost rid of them. And it’s a nice bonus that I’ll have some extra cash on hand. A nice bonus indeed.

But, really, though, anyone want to buy a night stand? Or a couch? Or some other memento of me-ness?