Back in the day, everything I owned fit inside a Pinto. Every little item I needed to make it in the world could be transported to where ever I needed to be in an afternoon, depending on how long the trip. My plants, my record player, my records, my suitcase with several pairs of bell bottom jeans, books I could not live without, shoes, boots, coats….all in the back of a Pinto.
The time arrived when dormitory rooms were a distant memory, and I had graduated from renting a room with a bed. The time had arrived to start collecting and acquiring things. I bought an antique bed (well, maybe it was just an old bed) for $100 and along with my boyfriend, spent a considerable amount of time refinishing it and transforming it into a thing of beauty. Other things followed; a stereo system with some gigantic speakers, a rocking chair, a couch, a dresser, a comfy restaurant booth that fit perfectly into the farm house kitchen. A pot belly stove called a Warm Morning, another $100. The name was horribly misleading for not once did I wake up to a warm morning but only to a filthy black monster demanding to be shaken down and the smoldering banked coals nursed back to life as the dog, another acquired thing, sat and watched in fascination.
Despite many (hundreds) moves, many yard sales, numerous trips to scattered Goodwill's and local churches and straddling two places that I can realistically call home….I once again find myself dumbfounded and overwhelmed by the impending move to Mississippi and the massive amount of stuff I have once again accumulated.
I think, would’t it be nice to just walk away and take only what would fit in the back of a Pinto?
6 comments:
Good heavens, Mary. You're moving again?
Back in the nineties, we moved three times in ten years. It sucked. But it really did help me get rid of a lot of stuff I didn't need...
It's as though stuff breeds isn't it. I too aim to diminish my possessions until I can fit them all in the one shopping trolley that I used for my first move as a teenager.
Thanks, Mary, for visiting my site as it brought me to yours -- and lots of smiles. My husband said "back in the day," that he didn't want us to have any possessions unless he could fit them into his backpack. Well, that didn't last too long. Now some 35 years later, we're footlose, a few possessions in storage, and on the road. So I embrace the "now" (even the pot-bellied stove) and hope to let go when moving day comes. A different set of "stuff" awaits you! And Mississippi has lots of old stuff. Enjoy your move.
I would cry if I had to move right now!
I need a bigger house again. To hold my stuff. But I am with you on this. For me it was a Dodge Colt E hatchback. Same idea. I could fit my whole life in that thing (in the early days of living on my own.)
I had a brand new 1973 baby blue 3 door Pinto. The things you could fit in that hatch. lol
I moved into this house nearly seven years ago and it was rough. I threw out things cause my other house was so much bigger. I dread moving again unless I can afford to pay someone else to do all the packing! Good luck!
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