“Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow”
I am sentimental by nature. A romantic at heart, to my very core.
“Things” have intrinsic value — meaning: both financially and for me, even more important, meaning and symbolism of the heart. I make mention of this as I’ve had to confront these two things: the inherent monetary value of items AND the sentimental value of items because I am moving later this year, not just to another state, but to an entirely new country, the UK.
This has presented a reckoning of sorts for me, because I have now begun the slow, painstaking process of deciding “what” to keep, and “what” to donate/and/or sell for profit, because as my wonderful grandmother used to say to me: “You can’t take it with you” — in response to my question to her of “why” she would so often offer someone visiting her home an item if they happened to mention how much they loved it, or how beautiful it was.
My lovely wonderful grandmother — absolutely charmingly eccentric.
But, her words about this have always stayed with me through the years.
In perusing the many items (TOO many items, some might say) that I have accumulated through these years, I have been asking myself questions:
“Can I live without this?” “How much does this item mean to me?” “What is the value (sentimental/financial)?” These are not easy…
