Below are random photos of sorting, organizing and packing to move out of our beloved home. These are just a few memories capturing what a big job it is to thin out our lives.
Above is the bulletin board from Aaron’s room, still in tact. He doesn’t seem to want to keep his Scouting knots.
Below are books to donate.
From under Aaron’s bed: Santiago Mission treasures.
Books to donate:
My sewing room:
Fabric donations:
Claire’s room coming apart:
I found a cassette tape boom box!
From my childhood:
So many old games to donate:
Now, where to put all of the boxed things we’ll take with us?? We are filling up our garage and the Farm House garage. We are trying to make this move without paying for a storage unit. We will be able to leave some things in the house until the final move this Fall.
A load for Deseret Industries:
International Magazines featuring an article I wrote about my experiences in Nigeria:
Bins of toys to wash and sort:
The garage is filling!
A vintage Tupperware toy, given to a friend.
My sewing room grows in the garage.
Garage shelves being emptied.
We are thinning out SO MUCH old media. VHS tapes, DVDs, CDs, books on CD, oh my!
Does anybody can anymore??
Why do we have 5 tripods??
Some memories I’m uncovering are sad ones. I kept the pregnancy tests from my 6 miscarriages. Now I just have these pics and a mended heart.
Oh, the hours and hours we listened to these cassette tapes of Harry Potter on road trips!
Adam’s drawer in the family room:
Aaron’s drawer in the family room:
It took me several days to sort and organize 35 years of bows, wrapping paper, gift bags and boxes (I never parted with a useful one). I kept a few things for me and for Heidi, but a full carload was donated to the United Way for Sub for Santa giving.
Going to the United Way:
Memories of our return from Yakima:
Every week we take carloads of things to Deseret Industries and books to Pioneer Book in Provo. Wow, we have a lot of stuff we don’t need or use. It’s feeling good to thin it out.
This is the comic that is in my mind continually. We keep telling ourselves that we are doing this for the kids–it’s a labor of love. It’s just really a lot of hard emotional work.
And in the meantime, our new place is being prepared.
