I have a lot of art in my house. Well, actually, I have a lot of stuff at my house, but let's stick with art for this moment. I'm going to share some pictures to prove my point, although the photos are really poor quality. I took them rapidly the night before I evacuated my house. I wasn't worried about the quality; I was making a reminder list for myself, in case I had to list my losses for the insurance company.
Over the past few years I've looked around my house and thought about what I would take with me if I had to leave here, but my thoughts had a different focus. I was thinking along the lines of if my health failed, and it were necessary for me to live with one of my children.
When I left Kansas City, I downsized from nearly 3000 square feet to 1300 square feet. In the five years I've lived in this house I've accumulated more stuff, of course, and I really need to thin it out again. Back to the "what if," I was thinking that if it became necessary to leave here, I would be able to take only a small amount of what I have. After all, I would be moving into their home, probably to a room. I couldn't expect them to put aside their own style to make room for mine.
Well, every time I had this conversation in my head, looking around at my walls, I came to the same conclusion: I can't ever leave this house, because I couldn't choose! I love it all! I've collected fine art and folk art in my travels, and each holds a memory for me. I have art that recalls people and events special in my life. Some of the are reflects who I am. Parting with any would be so difficult.
On Saturday morning, I loaded the Five P's into the truck (People & Pets, Prescriptions, important Papers, family Pictures, and Personal computer). The last was the pets, then I went back up the steps to lock the door. As I pulled the door closed, I paused for a moment and scanned the living room, thinking "Did I forget anything?" And it struck me that when it comes down to the nitty-gritty .... what really mattered was already in my car. Yes, I would miss having the art I've collected over the years, but it wouldn't be devastating.
Isn't it amazing how our thoughts may change when pressured by a real life crisis? I'm glad to know I can move ahead if necessary. I'm also encouraged to get back to another round of downsizing! No the art won't go until the last hurrah, but I can trim my "stuff," for sure.