So, all my things arrived from California today, and suddenly the house that has felt so big and roomy these last many days feels like it couldn’t possibly be big enough.
How did this happen?
Before and throughout the packing process the last couple of months, I have purged. I sold two suitcases full of clothes and shoes to Crossroads. I took two station wagon loads to Goodwill. I had rotating groups of friends come over and cart away piles of clothes and sewing notions. I carried a huge box of crafting supplies to the elementary school across the street from my old house. I sold my sofa and end tables to the friend I own a duplex with, and left him a baker’s rack just because. I gave a random assortment of stuff to my ex. I had 1-800-Got-Junk come to my house TWICE, once to carry away an entire driveway full of crap – one and a half trucks full – and once to take away about 1/8th of that.
And still, now that all of my things are unloaded, I have no idea where I will put it all.
The biggest problems are shoes, clothes, and kitchen stuff. Right now in a spare bedroom there sits three extra large storage boxes full of shoes, and somewhere there is a suitcase with a few pair more and a box with another couple of pair and there are already six pair in my overfull closet. We now have two dressers stuffed to the gills, and on top of mine is a huge pile of sweaters with no home. Strewn throughout the house are boxes of clothes, somewhere there’s a box of winter stuff I need to find space for in the closet, and then there’s all the workout stuff that didn’t fit in the dresser and the vintage stuff that needs to find permanent storage. When I say “vintage stuff,” I mean very fancy and expensive evening gowns, mostly, which are delicate and which I have absolutely no place to wear. (I need to join the boards of about a million gala-friendly non-profits just to wear this collection. Seriously. Call me!)
Thinking about the kitchen makes me crazy. It’s only half full with Joel’s stuff, but I easily have 3x what he has, and the cabinets are shallow and not very tall. At this point we’re going to need to designate one of the extra storage rooms in the basement, just for the kitchen run-off. I know for a fact there isn’t a single cabinet to hold my beloved cherry red KitchenAid mixer, and I’m seriously fearing for the future of my Vitamix. We’re going to have to make hard decisions about glassware, food storage, and spices. Does anyone need spices?
It’s only 8:30PM and I’m so exhausted thinking about it that I’m already in bed. The cough medicine with knock-out juice on the bedside table seems pretty durn alluring. Is there an unpacking fairy who can come set it all straight while I’m asleep?