The Art of Purging...

Monday, November 14, 2005

The Art of Purging...

No, this isn't a treatise on bulemia.

I'm sitting in a house that's literally empty. My nephew stopped by this evening and took the last of my furniture for his new apartment (my family room furniture and my bedroom furniture). The dining set went about two weeks ago...

Thank goodness for air mattresses and computer chairs.

Not the best scenario but hey, it's temporary.

And as I'm learning in other areas of my life, even the best plans require an adventureous spirit. The ability to improvise. The realization that you may not get things exactly perfect the first time, but that you'll make it work someway, somehow.

Of course, it helps to have an optimistic mindset.

The good news? I'll have my new furniture within the next couple of weeks, so at least this will give me the chance to do a thorough cleaning before it arrives (amazing how many tumbleweed-shaped dust balls and old dog bones you find when you move things around!)

I thought I'd have a hard time letting go (of the furniture, not the dust balls) but as it turns out, it wasn't that big of a deal. I'm actually a bit relieved to get rid of it - guess I'd resigned myself to the fact that I was purging everything in this house back in the fall of 2004.

It's taken me that long to get to this point...14+ months.

So here I am - new furniture, new love, new year...basically a new life...and it's all good.

I still have to pack for my trip tomorrow (DC gala...whoo-hoo). The challenge will be sifting through the bags of clothing that now lie on my bedroom floor and trying to pack.

I'm wondering how to fit a ballgown into a suitcase? Sheesh...one big ball? Not sure that it'll fit into a garment bag...

The gala is on Wednesday night. Hope I don't trip over the dress when I'm "presented" with my fellow "Betsy's".

Other than that? Well, I had a pretty good day at work. The highlight of my day? I got to the office and was surprised by a dozen roses and a lovely note from my sweetie...WB is really something else.

Tasouli S'agapo