Know what a cross-country move from a two-bedroom house with a garage to a loft with a parking space forces you to do? Sell all your stuff. Which is exactly what we tried to do this weekend. We spent the entire week combing through closets trying to decide which of our beloved belongings to part with. Some were much easier to part with than others. For instance, the Singer sewing machine I’ve been lugging from house to house for the last three years only to use it twice: easy to sell. However, that pretty lamp I pined for at Target for months before being able to buy it: difficult to sell. I was sure all my pangs of sentiment would go flying right out the window once some stranger laid cold hard cash in my hand. But strangers are strangely reluctant to lay cold hard cash in your hand for your hand-me-downs. Especially when 80% of your customers are over 80 years old. Those old farts don’t need anything!! They just shop garage sales for something to do and for the fun of haggling. They walk away happy as can be after paying fifty cents for something you paid five dollars for two months ago. Oy. And as if haggling with geriatrics for the entire morning wasn’t bad enough, it was about 95 degrees outside with one billion percent humidity. That’s totally accurate, I saw it on the weather channel. Thankfully Dan’s Uncle Bob and Aunt Debbie were here to keep us company and help us bitch about the heat.
After two days we sold almost everything and what was leftover we took to Goodwill. Or rather, Dan sold it and took it to Goodwill. Standing in the heat for long periods of time could cause me to totally lose my mind, so I had to take a few breaks and sit in the house. Just a few...
As the weekend closes our closets have become empty, our pockets a little more full, but our laundry room still has a washer and dryer in it that we’re trying to sell. Anyone interested???
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