With so many years in the same house, this move and attendant house cleaning, is more difficult. We have grown from a house and garage, to a house, garage, attic, and storage unit and many junk drawers. With the detritus of our life, we have outgrown our surroundings. We have been brutal. When it comes to the garage, Mr. BC is clearly a hoarder. However, in the house, unless it was his belongings, I sorted through things without much consultation with him. It is still slow going, what with those pesky memories intruding. We truly pared down and only kept the most important and most used of our possessions. Salvation Army, recycling, yard sales and the dump gets the rest of the stuff.
All of this sorting and moving has been stressful, tempers have flared, muscles have been pulled and feelings have been hurt. We have had a lot of togetherness since retirement and I am now looking towards cleaning my metaphorical house with some alone time after Christmas. I am flying back to California to spend time with DD1 before the new baby arrives; and to pack the rest of our belongings. We need the time away, both of us need to remember that we are Fun People! Mr. BC will join me the first of February to await the birth of our grandson and for the last of the literal house cleaning. We got a house to sell and Fun to Have.
Think of a time that you “cleaned house.” Consider the subtext—we’re not writing about Windex here. We’re writing about relationships. Or feelings. Or a captured moment in time.