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A lesson learned from packing to move

The time has nearly arrived. My wife and I have worked diligently for a year and a half to prepare for this moment. After spending our entire adult lives in one of the most beautiful, friendly places in Ohio, Neva and I are preparing to move to Virginia’s picturesque and historic Shenandoah Valley.

I’m glad it has taken us that long to transition from one place to the other. We deliberately took our time. We didn’t want to merely cut and run from the people and place we love.

That interlude gave us the opportunity and space we needed to adjust to this major life-changing decision. We’ve spent much effort sorting and packing clothing, furniture and household goods. We’ve also met with close friends and family before we exit, often over meals.

We’re moving for the very best reason. We want to be closer to our grandchildren to watch them grow and assist their busy household. Ironically my older brother and his wife are doing the same thing for the same reason, only in reverse. They’re moving from Virginia to Ohio, Holmes County in fact.

I jokingly tell people we have to move because decades ago the county commissioners passed a resolution ensuring only one Stambaugh family at a time could live in Holmes County. Therefore I have to yield to my big brother.

Silliness aside, Neva and I have learned firsthand that we don’t need as much as we have. Being snowbirds taught us that, by living in much smaller quarters with limited storage space. It was a valuable lesson to learn. Because we are downsizing to a smaller ranch home with no basement or attic, we’ve been busy deciding what to take and what to give away or sell.

In sorting through drawers, closets and shelves and prioritizing furniture, we uncovered many fond memories. It was easy to decide I didn’t need two-dozen dress shirts. It was much harder jettisoning personal items that served only to remind us of many precious days gone by.

We had no other choice. Our new house can only hold so much, so we identified the essentials we’d need and what we didn’t. Our current home is filled with antiques, mostly from all sides of both families, which added to our conundrum.

Our son and daughter took certain items to keep them in the family. We reached out to extended family and close friends too. But most of them are our peers. They don’t want to add to their lifetime collections either.

What do I do with my grandfather’s first-grade reader? Can I bring myself to sell an old garden tool a friend long-deceased gave to us? Practicality had to override nostalgia.

We met with the local mover we hired. A sincere young man, he clearly knew his business. We found the combination of his expertise and experience immensely helpful in deciding what to take and what to leave.

As we rapidly approach the moving date, Neva and I reflected on what we have learned from all of this sorting, cleaning and packing, this drastic rearranging of our lives. The most important lesson was evident. But having lived in the same house for 38 years, we never had to confront it before.

Our most valuable possessions don’t fit in boxes. Rather family, friends, our little church, neighbors, relationships and memories are lovingly stored in our hearts.

To read more The Rural View, visit Bruce Stambaugh at www.holmesbargainhunter.com.

Published: April 14, 2017
New Article ID: 2017704149985