Since we are moving from a 4800 square foot home in Colorado to probably an 1100 square foot apt in NYC, a few things have to go. Well, actually a lot of things have to go. I have been selling things like crazy- nothing is off limits. In fact, whenever my six year old can't find something, she screams at me, "Did you sell it!!??" She never believes me when I say, "no." She's seen me do it too many times over the past few weeks.
In fact, she now understands the concept that you can make money when you sell things. She proved this by discussing the homeless man that often stands at the edge of our interstate exit. She told me, "He should get an apple tree, so he can sell apples. Then he'd have money." I keep her window rolled up, so she can't holler at him. I don't think he'd appreciate her financial advice.
But selling things have really made me realize what I hold dear to my heart. Do I really care that I have to get rid of a TV or two? Do I really care that I can't have a pool table or separate dining room in our new apartment? Do I really care that I have to switch my king size bed to a queen size? Not really. None of that matters. What truly matters is family. What truly matters is that me, my husband of 20 years and my 4 children will all be together. Even if 1100 square feet will give a whole new meaning to the word togetherness.