Moving Mom

I had to clean out my mother’s house today. Oh, don’t feel bad for me…this is a great thing! While I am going to miss her, she is safe and sound in a senior based independent living apartment back home in Pennsylvania, just in time to hold her great-grandson on the day he was born.

When the time came for her to make the change from living alone in her house, to living in a retirement community, we were fortunate that it was all about the positives…fewer living expense checks to write out each month, lunch and dinner available in the dining hall, housekeeping once a week, an instant social network. Mom’s health is still good, but at 81, some things just aren’t worth worrying about any longer.

When she moved to South Carolina 10 years ago after Dad died, she did a major downsize. Thankfully she was vibrant and had the energy to unclutter all those closets, cupboards, nooks, and crannies. This time, with energy lagging, we focused on those items she needed to take with her.

During our first visit to see the new apartment, I took measurements, pictures, and notes as we talked about what would go where, what her daily routine would be like, what wouldn’t fit, and what new things she may need. As we packed from her house those items she wanted to take, ensuring each had a purpose and a place, we talked about those items she was ready to leave behind. Moments of her past, wedding presents from 1955 still well cared for, pictures, the large collection of elephants….

She found that letting go was much easier by picking up all of these things, reflecting, then releasing. It really is as simple as that.

She picked out a few precious items to keep, then selected very few items she wanted to pass on to us kids and the grandchildren. I promised her I will preserve all of the pictures, and then find good homes for everything else.

We moved her into her new home, then I returned to the old one to start the task of sorting, selling, donating, and cleaning out the remaining contents. I thought I would be sad. I thought I would dread doing it. This was my mother’s life!  But I wasn’t sad, and I jumped right in because I knew she was free from her attachment to all of it, and she was happy.

So as I move through this process, I am as much at peace with selling off a 1950’s milk glass bowl of my mother’s as I am when selling one for my client. I am blessed to have had this move happen in such a positive light. I hope if you are faced with the same situation, that you have the time and space to plan and push through it. But if you don’t, for whatever reason, let me help give you peace of mind. I can step in at any stage to organize, downsize, pack, move, and so on, for you or a loved one.

Reach out for me by phone, email, or facebook message for a no-cost consultation and let’s get started!

Oh, wait….did I say a 1950’s milk glass bowl? Well…maybe there is a little space in my kitchen!

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