all packed up

We've been packing boxes at our house. The Gardener is a scholarly man and has books and books and more books. I have my share, and then there's the dishes in the china cabinet cabinets. All of it is in boxes now. Pictures are off the walls, closets are emptied and packed up and in process of being cleaned. The place looks barren and has an echo. I feel like we're moving. But we're not. Just a bit confusing to my senses.

We're just getting new carpeting ... something we've put on hold for a few too many years. We've put it off partly because of the thought of packing up everything. But finally we're doing just that. In a sense it's a great thing to do. Like a huge spring cleaning, from the bottom to the top. Purging is taking place. Every book will be cleaned before it returns to the shelves. China cabinets are scrubbed and waiting.

 We're been working on this more than a week ahead due to busy schedules. And we're living fine with less around us. Granted the house has lost much of the feel of a home, but it does remind me that we can live without much of our stuff. I'm a visual person and love living in beauty and with things of historical, family value around me. It's not that I need these things, but they bring joy and a sense of where I come from and who I am. But still, can I do with less?