I kind of sold all of my possessions.

Okay, not all of them - but most of them.

Sorry for the delay!  I forgot the password to login. I know.  It's my mind - things just disappear in there.

I had a garage sale!  For the past month, sometimes for even 20 minutes at a time, I've been going through stuff. Crap. Complete nonsense possessions.  It is amazing the things that I have kept over the years.  Old train tickets from strange places, little notes from middle school, random newspaper clippings, and picture after picture after picture.  I kid you not, I probably threw out at least 2,000 pictures.  I think I kept every single print from the last 15 years.  Horrible shots of the same mountain range, the same field, just taking up

As daunting of a task as it seemed, I decided to just have the yard sale and sell absolutely everything I could (and try and rectify the $1.20 I had to my name).  I had been hanging on to so many things in hopes of filling my own place with and everyday, I would look at these things and be reminded that they have no place to land.  So much of it was the old me and for the old life I lived which meant it was definitely time to let it go.

At 6.15am, still pitch black out, people are showing up.  I knew they came early but c'mon, it isn't even light enough to see anything yet!  My dad and I were frantically putting everything out and running around and people are desperately looking for something to buy. I'm guessing these would be the hoarders (bless their hearts).  As the morning went on, and each little item was sold, I felt a little more free of all of this junk and that life that just wasn't meant to be.

Woodrow was beside himself with worry, however.  Each person that came up to me he had to come and sniff, and stand right behind until they left.  Each person that walked on his yard he had to go and greet personally.  And when I had the audacity to put out one of his blankets (that he only used once), well - now that was just too much.  Evidence below:

He stayed there most of the day, still as a statue.  For dramatic effect, he would often lay across all of the blankets.  People would be walking along, sifting through things, and suddenly jump because the brown blanket had eyes.  I got many offers for him but he just isn't for sale.  ever.

The garage sale was a lot of work. Way too much work for my little body but for some things (and only some), the price I pay is worth it.  So yeah - a lot of crap gone and $1,000!!!! later, I'd say yeah - maybe every few years I could swing this.



ps - money is already in the bank so please don't rob me.