I have definitely come to the conclusion, that as simple as I try to keep things, I am still possessed by too many possessions.
Our family is in the process of a big clear out. After that, we are going to try and sell our house. Yes, I said it.
Lord willing, we'll be moving to Louisville. It's where Wes works, and he drives 150 miles a day to and from. We miss him. Moving would give him 2 extra hours of time, per day. We might could get to a mid-week prayer service or two. We might could have more family time.
And such a drive is crazy, isn't it? That's five gallons of gas per day in his little gas-friendly Nissan. It adds up. $$$$$$$$$ Cha Ching!
The thought of leaving my parish and my other friends here in Lex makes me want to cry.
Not that I have an eye to move I realize that, we have so much stuff. So these days I'm working hard to cull the things that we don't use. I was able to give a stack-o-Thomas-Merton-books to one friend of mine today.
I have a "things that belong to other people which we need to return" crate going.
Closets are getting purged. Multiple trips to thrift stores to send stuff away.
I just don't have what it takes to do a yard sale.
Soon I need to turn some scrutiny towards the things filling my kitchen cabinets.
All this STUFF....it just creeps in under the doors at night, or something, and takes up permanent residence. Feels like a ball and chain to me at times. The detritus of years of living.
But then I find myself wanting more. I guess it's because I'm