Recently my husband and I sold our house. We weren’t able to line up the close date with that of our new house, so here we are living at my parents’ for a month. They have been incredibly generous- so if I poke a little fun at them it is all from a standpoint of love.
We are incredibly fortunate in that my parents are spending the summer up in Door County, so we’re basically just house sitting for them. Living in their space I’ve been noticing lots of interesting things. One thing that I noticed to day is that my mom has quite a collection of walking sticks. Strange right? She has the basic style that you could probably buy from REI. Then, she also has a collection of different carved ones that she bought while on vacation. I found one that is an elephant another that is brightly painted with a parrot on top. There is also the one that my brother carved for my mom one Christmas. Really, how many walking sticks can one use? The funniest part is that she does not often actually use a walking stick. It does seem that as you get older you hold on to more things.
One positive that has come out of moving is that we purged many of our excess belongings. We rented a pod and then a truck to move things to my parent’s garage. I was shocked at the amount of stuff my husband has been hoarding in the garage. What I thought would be a simple trip ended up much more difficult because of his hoarding. He just kept pulling things out of corners, cabinets, and the attic. Is there a little bit of hoarder in all of us? I definitely have a few too many pairs of shoes!