I have to leave in just a few minutes to go clean an office. It’s more that a bit ironic that someone pays me to clean someplace especially when that someone knows me all too well and has seen my house at its worst. Life is funny sometimes.
Anyway…today’s accomplishment – the guest room is no longer a storage room. The boxes of business documents are stored away. The room has been dusted and the floor vacuumed. Fresh sheets are on the bed and extra blankets and pillows are freshly washed and ready for company next week.
There is still some stuff “stored” in there but it is tidy and presentable and welcoming. Many in our family are in a transitional stage of life. Preparing to graduate college. Making decisions about the next step. Making plans to move out late next summer. Living here off and on between jobs that take her on the road. Their stuff is living here while they move about and get ready for the next stage in their lives. Stuff is being saved until we know if it will be needed. Stuff is waiting here for a more permanent home. Stuff is here for their next stop in.
And that’s how it should be, I think. Home is more than the place that you grow up in. It’s also the nest that you can return to when its needed. That safe place that is waiting for you when and if…
At least that’s what I want this home to be. I left home right after high school graduation. I never really went back.There is some regret in that for me, but in reality it was the best choice. I can pretend that it could have been different and that I should have acted otherwise, but I did what seemed right at the time. Even though distance can change our perceptions of what was – can soften painful realities and make us believe that things were better than they were – we need to be careful about rewriting our history. My parents were good people in many ways. Their marriage was challenging and we were never a strong family. They had their own problems and times were different. I think that they did the best they could, but it was never good. At times it was downright horrible.
I always wanted to have a family. A good family that loved each other and cared about each other. I was pretty much an only child as my two sisters were much older than I. Having four children – siblings – was an awakening for me. The love that siblings have for each other when they are growing up looks different that I expected. It’s often yelling, screaming, ignoring each other and beating the crap out of each other. Who knew? Certainly not I.
But of all the things that I’ve done wrong, I think that creating a family was something that I did an okay job of. It certainly wasn’t just me. I married a good man who is patient, loving, strong, and did I mention patient. He is also one of four children. That helped. I wasn’t and am not a perfect mom, but I love my kids and somehow we have stuck together through good times and bad.
So, the guest room is ready for guests of the family, friend and stranger variety. A lot of decluttering went on in there this last couple of days. All the hard work and the stress of decision making was worth it.
As I head out the door here is today’s declutter list:
- some votive candles that have been hanging around so long that they no longer have their scent. I have saved back just enough for a short power outage which happens fairly frequently around here.
- three books that tell you how to organize belongings. You can’t organize clutter – you can only get rid of it. Why are they still here?
- a gift bag that we might be able to reuse if we could find it when it was time to put a gift in it.
- another batch of socks without mates.
- a plastic “organizing” bucket from my daughter’s room
And I’m outta here!