Enough is enough! She finally told me to pack up my stuff and get the hell out of her house. Well, not exactly all of my stuff. And she wasn’t quite ready to throw me out. Yet. The Powerball numbers hadn’t been drawn yet and I was waving my lucky ticket.
It was the garage. And the basement. Over the past couple of years I had filled them both up with all sorts of wonderful treasures. Things I had gathered from far and wide at yard sales, junk shops and even the occasional antique store. These were things I knew had great value, and I knew I could sell them for much more than I paid.
If you are any kind of collector, or dealer, you probably know exactly what I mean. You buy something you think is cool and save it for yourself. After a while you have a lot of these things and it occurs to you that maybe you should thin the collection. Time for a yard sale. But you keep collecting. A yard sale is not going to handle what you need to dispose of. So you move up to having a booth in an antique mall.
And then two booths. And still its not enough to handle the growing collection.
Soon you look into finding a storage place to keep it while it waits to hit one of the antique markets. What I found was that renting a booth at the antique store was cheaper than renting a storage unit! No brainer- get another booth and keep the stuff out where people can see it and buy it. But that isn’t turning over the inventory fast enough. The garage once held two automobiles. Now there is no room for either. She wants her car in the garage. She doesn’t care where I park mine, but she wants hers in the garage. Get that crap out!!!
I finally found a place to store the stuff that cost less than another antique mall space. Its got twenty-four/seven access so I can go visit my stuff when I get the urge. Or need to move something to one of the stores. Trying to load up my truck I find myself struggling to decide what to take first. What might I be able to leave in the garage once I clear enough room for her car? Keep the mid century stuff in the garage because it will be the first stuff to go the the store. Keep the “projects” in the garage because I need to be able to work on them. Keep the things I like in the garage. Because I like them. Shit. There is nothing left to go to the storage place!
Rethink this. Wicker furniture. Spring and summer sale item. Take all of that. There is a desk that needs a lot of work. Save that for later so off to storage. This is getting s little easier.
Then the bubble bursts and she reminds me that what she really meant to say was I want ALL of this crap out of here. Everything!!!!! So now it’s a matter of what goes first so I can pack the storage place in some order. Damn. I may have to move myself into the storage booth so I can see my stuff.
But, we are going to sell the house soon. And it will be a lot easier to do that if the garage and basement look like there is plenty of room for storage. We don’t have to show buyers that by example. Let them use their imagination. Full of their crap.
Hopefully, over the next couple of days and weekends, I’ll get it all out. As well as all of the junk my two kids are still storing here. And no more stuff will fly out of the back of the truck while I’m driving down the road. And the garage and basement will be beautiful. And we will sell the house to move on to the next thing. Whatever that may be. Hopefully it has plenty of storage.
And if the lucky ticket doesn’t pan out, it could very well be that I’m out the door too! That’s part of my story. What’s yours? www.personalhistorywriter.com