I've come to realize that I'm absolutely dog crazy. My pups are constantly amazing me and teaching me the simple life lessons I probably should've already learned. Rather than drive my human loved ones crazy with dog chatter, I'll unload it on you, my fellow dog crazies. Enjoy the show.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Keep It Simple - The Story of our Move from Maine to Texas Three Years Ago
Three years ago, Matt was approached by his friend about a business opportunity in Dallas too good to refuse. We decided to leave Maine's fast declining economy and start fresh. That was our goal when we first decided to move from Maine to Texas in a Scion XB. If you’re familiar with the car, you know they look like little toasters on wheels. These are not cars that you’d associate with luxury travel, but somehow, Toyota has managed some Japanese magic. What looks tiny on the outside actually proves pretty roomy on the inside. Despite the magical car, we knew to plan for our move early. With 2 dogs, a ferret and a snake, planning was paramount.
We started by separating all the “junk” from all the “must keep” items. For about two months prior to our move, we held weekly garage sales. Surely, our neighbors would let out a collective groan as we hauled out our crap each weekend. Living on the 3rd floor of an old Victorian apartment building, this was both a challenge and a workout. We were determined to start fresh and leave what was burdensome and unnecessary behind. There’s nothing quite like unpacking a box that was left sealed from your last move and realizing you have no earthly use for the contents anymore.
“So that’s where I put my old insert useless item here !”
Being together for almost 10 years, we’d accumulated quite a bit of Stuff. Stuff was everywhere, really. We had closets of Stuff stored for some imagined future use. An antique mirror bought at auction – too large and heavy to hang properly. More shoes than any seven people could wear in a lifetime. Christmas ornaments and kitchen mini appliances, knick-knacks and old puppy toys. We had it all.
Spare junk bedroom and the Nyxie blur pup
And we sold it all. Little by little, we sold furniture, clothes, shoes, suitcases, appliances, books and artwork. What we didn’t sell through garage sales, we sold on Craigslist or gave to neighbors and our dear friends. It was liberating! “Keeping it simple” took on a whole new meaning.
We kept the photographs, the love letters we’d sent to one another, the plants, some clothes, treasured odds and ends, some jewelry and important documents, books I couldn’t bear to part with, and the creatures. Miss Poo, our ball python, was placed in an old pillowcase in a reptile-proof Rubbermaid and Haimmie, our ferret, was set up in a cat carrier with hammock and all. He wasn't sick then so we weren't worried about how the trip might effect him. The girls were sardined into a half-backseat covered with soft blankets and pillows, their personal effects within easy reach of us in the front seats. With everyone packed in tightly, we drove out of Portland for the last time. It was a scary, exciting time. We felt free and unencumbered by the Stuff. The important Stuff was there with us in that tiny, magical car.