Yessiree, a whole lot can change in a few days. Take, for example, this past weekend. Friday, I closed on our Ross Street house (best of luck to the Peck family!) and arrived to a quite empty ATL house.
Saturday, I return from my (17 mile!) run to find a quite full ATL house
And by Sunday morning, the chaos of household goods has subsided enough for Paul to make one mean British fry-up.
The entire process has left me with a few new thoughts about stuff:
1. Having too much stuff is troublesome. It's hard to find room for it. And you appreciate things less when you have a lot of them. On a very small scale: when I have a new package of 50 hair bands, I lose them left and right. When I only have three, I keep track of them very carefully. Why would I ever need 50?
2. If you don't have too much stuff, what you do have makes you feel happy. I have to say, our house in ATL was pretty depressing with only minimal stuff in it. It was echo-y and lonely feeling. Now that our stuff is in place, it feels downright homey (or homily if you're from England.)
3. We probably still have too much stuff. We have sold and donated boxes, and boxes, and boxes - and yet we still have much more than we need. And that means we have to find room for, keep in good-repair, and keep track of stuff we don't use - which is just a pain in the a**. It clearly takes a move to shed light on this. Maybe another one is in order? Oh, the joy.