"No, estate sales are not only for those who have passed on." I overheard James telling an elderly woman who had a beautiful Irish brogue. James is running our estate sale and was explaining why the sellers were wandering about house, very much alive, relating the stories behind the objects for sale.

And, every object has a story. "That is called a 'possum belly' because of the shape of the storage drawers underneath it."

"The trunk is shaped that way so the side would fit up against the curved gunwales of old Dutch barges."

"That painting was done by Lynne's dad and is of an old cabin in the Gunnison."

It is tough seeing so many of these stories going home with someone else. But, sometimes it brings a bit of joy too. Especially when you feel the item and the person are a perfect match. In one case a young woman, likely in her mid-20s, bought several rustic antique pieces of furniture because they "spoke to her", and she was furnishing a large space. Those antiques, some of which may have been 80 to 100 years old will now go forward with her, and perhaps her children for another 80 to 100 years, and accumulate stories of their own.

The people have been wonderful. It is a bit weird to invite dozens of strangers into your home to wonder around looking at everything you own. Most wanted to hear our story, and we told them about my retirement and our imminent move to an off-the-grid cabin in Colorado, etc. And, they all congratulated us and wished us the best. One woman made a point of wishing us "the happiest possible lives going forward". 

I think the first day of the sale went well despite the rainy conditions (that everyone complained about). James is actually hoping for rain on Saturday and Sunday as that tends to shut down the classic "garage sales" (he calls them "the competition") and may bring more people to our indoor estate sale.

The second day is just kicking off as I write this. One couple is walking down our driveway, returning from yesterday, probably to buy a couple of book cases they were looking at. Here we go!

And so is the closet.

Little bit by little bit we are letting go of this house which has sheltered us through Superstorm Sandy and various nor'easters and stifling humidity. It's been the only home that Bella has ever known. The only pool we've ever had. Good times.

But, it's time to move on. I know when we get there I won't mourn the loss of all the things that the estate sale person put price tags on yesterday. I can only hope that I restrain myself from tearing items out of peoples' arms tomorrow tearfully blurting out you can't have that, it's mine!  I find myself looking around at all the beautiful things we've collected over so many years and wonder why I didn't appreciate them more. I think it's because we had too much. I know you are thinking how can anyone have too much? But it's true. We once had too many dogs. We loved them all but we also had too many to concentrate on each and every one of them. The same with all the stuff we have. We have too much to use it and appreciate it one on one. 

The closet above with jammed with clothes we didn't wear. If you have the space to accumulate things, you do. When you don't have the space, you have to really care about each and every object you have around you (or on you!). Which to me is more meaningful than having more.

I hope we don't regret selling some things we've had with us for 25 years. I hope we don't, and I honestly don't think we will. We've changed over the years and so have our tastes. 

Even though the cabin (we need to stop calling it that!) is furnished with a ragtag assortment of flea market finds and American Furniture Warehouse, it somehow works. We don't have much closet space at all and will have to rotate clothing throughout the different seasons. But that's okay. We don't need much.

On to the simpler life ...

Over the past two days the movers came and packed up the stuff we are taking to Colorado. Well, most of it will end up in Wyoming. We spent the past few weeks sorting through our stuff and setting aside those items that we either want at the cabin, or that we want in long-term storage for some possible future use. 

Here is just some of the stuff in the living room.

It took a bit more than a day to pack everything. We are taking a lot of "little" things, many are fragile, and the packing went slowly. The guys did a great job, though. Everything was packed very carefully and they did a conscientious job of writing the contents on the box so we can more easily find things later.

We thought we had significantly downsized. And, I guess we did. But, we are still taking a lot of stuff back to Colorado. I'm not sure where it will all go. It must initially all fit in a 10x20 storage unit. I think we just made it based on pacing off the loaded truck.

The living room all packed up.

We had the boxes with stuff destined for the cabin marked as such. The white label around the corner of each box in the photo above means we want to eventually haul the box to the cabin and unload it there. I'm not sure where it will all go, but we'll figure it out. And, it will be a challenge figuring out what to do with all the packing material. I guess we can save the paper and use it to start fires, but we'll need to find a way to deal with the massive amounts of cardboard. 

Bella inspecting boxes from the kitchen.

And, here is the living room with everything gone.

We even sold a chair to the moving company supervisor, so it is also missing in the photo above.

Good bye stuff. See you in Wyoming.

The next step is the estate sale. That will be a tough one because we aren't moving our stuff. We are selling it. Good stuff, too.