About four years ago, we moved into a house that’s half the size of our old one. It required a lot of throwing away, giving away and garage selling to cut us down to size. Unfortunately, it hasn’t taken us long to start accumulating again.
One of the topics my 55+ theatre group is considering for our eventual episodic performances has to do with downsizing and why our children have opted out of eventually owning any of our things. The items we call treasures are seen as mere trash. It should be quite interesting when we’re gone. I wonder where all our so called treasures will wind up. Perhaps there will be a huge bonfire and it will all go up in smoke. Maybe an estate sale will be held. Everything we deemed precious will be sold for pennies on the dollar. Some things will be kept, but only for sentimental value.
I love garage sales and truly miss going to them this summer. This dreaded virus has kept us from them. which is probably for the best, because it just leads to more upsizing. We may have to put an addition on the house. However, I will undoubtedly continue to go to garage sales. I will continue to purchase someone else’s treasure, because it’s part of what makes life enjoyable for me.
So many of our things have become obsolete. I have a beautiful set of China that hasn’t been unpacked since our move four years ago. We don’t have use for it. When we have family get togethers, we often opt for paper plates or the everyday dishes. Life changes and so do old traditions. For our children, our stuff is just an old memory from their childhood.
Of course, we can’t take it with us and the fruit of our talents will lie untouched or put into storage. They may be found some day by one of those Storage Wars guys and sold for millions, but in the meantime, our earthly treasures have no merit when we enter our heavenly home.
We won’t need fancy dishes to eat off of, or sparkling crystal glasses in which to pour fine wine. We won’t need the wine either. The art, the writings, the things we poured ourselves into (including some of my clothes) will be forgotten. However, all of our needs will be provided for. Imagine a place where there’s no sadness or sorrow – where tears are non-existence – where physical appearance means nothing – where we’re all the same and skin color has no bearing – where there are no diseases or pain – where anxiety and depression are unknown. A wonderful banquet has already been provided for us there. I can’t wait!