Storage & Laundry = Full Time

What did not sell at the estate sale was either given to charity or was taken away, for free, by the cleanout people we hired.  Nothing was left, nothing.  Hard to believe my life is now in a 5×5 storage unit at Public Storage or in an Airstream.  We put things like artwork, pictures, important files, uniforms, trophies, etc. in the storage unit.  We still need to go back to the storage unit and fine-tune it, but for the most part it is done and good enough to be left.  However, the Airstream is still a work in progress and I am fighting for closet space……you all know I am going to win the closet, right?!
I am used to doing laundry every day.  We had septic in our house and septic systems are delicate things.  They do not take lightly to 15 loads of laundry in a day. It was a good habit for my OCD on cleaning.  Now, I am learning to do laundry every 3-4 days.  I am only 5’ 3”, so I keep the laundry basket on the top shelf of the closet.  You know out of sight, out of mind lol.  We have a lovely little Laundromat by us that is run by a 70 something little Korean lady who keeps the place immaculate.  My greatest fear is not being able to find a laundromat like that when we get on the road.  Save me from myself!
So, what this all means is that we are very truly full time…..full freakin time!  It felt like we would never get here, yet here we are.  We cannot turn back.  We sold everything and rented our home.  Most of the stuff I was glad to see go.  I never realized how much stuff we actually had.  Yikes!  I never considered us to be hoarders, but it sure seemed like it when we had to clear out.  Next time forget the packing and the estate sale as I am burning the place down and buying everything new…….Don is going to be hard to replace lol.
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Estate Sale, Consignment, Donate, Barter

So, what did we do with all of our stuff. I tried all the usual on-line options eBay, Facebook Yard Sales, Amazon Trade-In, eBay Valet without much success.  I did okay, but they were not worth the work and effort for what little you made.  I do better with interacting with people, especially in person.  I guess this is showing my age lol.  I like to dicker and socialize while doing it.  Just my nature, but my grandmother always said my mouth was like a bell clapper.  I found a consignment shop called 2nd Time Around that specializes in higher end clothes that I have done very well with and they have locations all over the country.  I bartered for services with things that people wanted of ours like mowing my lawn for a propane tank, helping me put up a storage shed on a rental property for outdoor furniture, etc.  But, when you have an entire home to sell of things you need a professional and I do not mean a yard sale Queen either.  I had to meet with several estate sale companies for find the one that worked for me.  My estate sale girl Lynn only took a 30% share of the profit without a minimum.  Some estate sale companies not only take a certain percent, but also require a minimum sale of lets say $4,000.  Some even required a minimum of $10,000.  I am not that rich with home furnishings, yikes!  Also, you have to be realistic on what things sell for.  That table might have cost you $375, but you might only get $25 from the estate sale.  I hate to say it, but it is what it is.  Try to remember that they are just things.  I had to say that I love people and not things through most of this process.  Our estate sale is tomorrow, bright and early.  Whatever does not sell will go to charity or even put to the curb. What is that saying…..another mans trash it another mans treasure!

Packing and Insomnia

Hello night owls!  This is our very last night in our home and I cannot seem to sleep.  I thought that I would be more emotional about it, but I think that I am just too tired to even think about it.  We have had a very taxing week.  Between packing, sorting, consigning, donating, moving the Airstream……yeah I am beat.  The estate sale starts tomorrow and we have to be out of here by 7:30 am sharp.  Yet, here I am typing at 3:00 am in this blog.  Lord, save me from myself.  I need all the prayer I can get sometimes.  I never really understood what the term the devil is in the details meant, until this past week.  Anything that could of gone wrong did.  My anxiety was through the roof and I wanted to murder someone, anyone.  Yet, here we are on our last night.  Sometimes you just have to give it to God and let it roll……see you on the road in the morning!

Packing and Crying….

Today is bitter sweet.  I am the third generation living in our family home that we just rented to a lovely young family.  I have been packing up all the pictures, artwork, photos, etc.  Some I will miss and some I cried packing up.  Especially the ones of my grandmother.  This was her home and my dad grew up here.  Heck, I grew up here and then moved back a few years ago.  While I was typing this I was crying and eating my fifth taco (a beer might be next).  I needed the break from packing, but I needed to reflect a bit.  I am going to miss this old home…..the people….this small town…….my neighbors and most important my family.  My parents live three doors down.  My only sibling lives a few miles down the road with my niece and nephew that I love to the moon and back.  All this to move into an Airstream full time.  I am so excited to do this with Don and see this great country of ours, but it sure is bitter sweet.  I need a hug and an ice cream today xo

We had a Shitty Day!!

First run with Alice and Lucky went well, except for Sunday. I am making breakfast when all of a sudden Charlene says, “Don are you emptying the tanks?” She points out the window and all I can see is brown sludge coming up through the waste connection and draining all underneath our trailer. Thank God my tanks were closed, because the sewage was going up our hose and getting on everything we had including what was sitting outside the trailer. Needless to say, we threw the food in the trash and went out to breakfast (lol). Looks like we will be replacing some items. On a positive note, we didn’t kill each other and we will continue to get on the road.  We won’t say anything bad about the KOA in Coatesville; but the Manager on the other hand……

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