Dear ,
I have another story for you this week. It comes from last summer when I was moving my parents to assisted living and emptying what I called "the bottomless
house."
No matter how many drawers I cleared, closets I emptied, kitchen cabinets I scraped out, or built-in shelves I purged, still there was more. Weeks and months of clearing and cleaning, and donating
and ditching things, selling and repurposing, still did not get me to the bottom of that house! Some transitions are just like that.
It was a 1950s mid-century modern, and in its day it was on the Parade of Homes. One of its highly touted features was that it had a lot of extra storage space, more than the average suburban home had back then. My parents filled every nook and cranny of it since purchasing the
house in the 1990s. The accumulation was astonishing. The thing about this kind of clean-out is that it not only is a big transition, it also stirs up all kinds of feelings. So many feelings!
For many people,
such a cleanout accompanies the grief of losing a parent or both parents to death. That was not my experience, and I'm grateful that we separated those transitions in time. My parents are well and settled into their new place. Their house was purchased for cash, and it is being renovated to its mid-century modern glory. Apparently it's a highly desirable style in today's housing market.