I made a list of stuff and attached prices to each item. I took pictures and listed some items on craigslist. Several non-freakish people came to my house to purchase my furniture and strap it to the roofs of their cars (precariously). The layers are starting to strip away.
It was very easy to sell the IKEA furniture. Utilitarian, scandinavian (probably made in China, anyway), easy to replace. Then I sold my bike. This veritable workhorse represented a lot to me. No, it wasn't some hipster, built-from-the-ground-up, sexy fixie. It was a standard Giant mountain bike with slicks for commuting. However, this was the first bike that I really committed to and rode all around this hilly city with. I rode to work and parked it right outside my office. It fit me. We made out real good. I rode it better than several lovers I had. I cried after the small Filipino man bought it for his girlfriend, tossed it in the back of his pickup and drove away.
Then I realized that my stuff defined me a little bit too much. There seemed to be a lot of meaning attached to these objects.
My quad skates represented unrealized potential. I intended to try out for roller derby but never did. I could have been a contender...
The Dead Baby Bike downhill t-shirt I burned in the firepit represented the "club" I had become loosely affiliated with due to my ex and his membership. Watching the 411 of his number burn up in flames felt so good.
The KitchenAid mixer is too good to give up. I made such amazing treats with it. Stuart bought it for me for Xmas. I will have to give it to Geri to babysit for me. She is a Sweetheart with a Lunchcart and bakes the most incredible desserts. She will put it to good use.
The dark brown leather sofa will have to be gifted to Leesa and Milky. I cannot/will not sell it and don't want to let it sit and mold in a storage unit. They have no dogs, so that is kosher with me.
And then there are the mid-century modern Knoll Saarinen Executive Arm Chairs with wooden legs.
Now I look at them and think, "These are just chairs and if I sold them, I could buy a new laptop."
What a quandary.