After a glorious, isolated retreat in a mountain cabin, we got back home into the city again last night. The biggest thing that strikes me other than the isolation/city differences is the clear/clutter difference in my home.
We live in a 5 bedroom, 2.5 bathroom home. It’s a large 70’s split level house with both a very large living room and a large family room. The old style kitchen where we used to fit a 6 seater kitchen table and a full dining room. Basically, big old house. At one point, it was filled with two dogs, a cat, and six kids. Right now we’re down to two kids and one dog but somehow have managed to keep all the crap that came with the full house. Not only that, despite my best intentions, we seem to constantly add to it!
Just over a year ago I was a crazy woman trying to declutter this place. I picked on room per weekend and emptied it out, putting back only what we truly needed and used. It made for extremely long days but was so worth it when each room was done. Even from the smallest of rooms we took out bags of stuff - some just went into the garbage, some donated/given away
If we needed more or better storage solutions, we bought them. I was a woman with a mission and at the summer I felt things on the main levels were under control (we didn’t even make an attempt at the basement where multiple unpacked boxes still sit from when we merged our two families 9 years ago…)
Fast forward a year, and there’s shit everywhere again. Makes me want to cry. The other day I was daydreaming about winning the 2.5 million dollar home in the local hospital lottery and the first thing that appealed to me about it? The move. The opportunity to chose what i want and junk the rest. To just, in effect, leave it all behind (oooh, there’s a thought. Sell this house “as is” with all the junk in it, since the lottery home comes fully furnished!!)
My last home, when it was just me and my three kids, was an uncluttered dream. The home was small so we had to work hard and actively not allowing clutter to begin. My home also had hardwood floors, tiles, a beautiful huge jetted tub, poured sidewalks, a large deck… I miss a lot about the old home. But I digress..
How can someone who hates the clutter and mess so much be such a large part of the cause? I sit here at my desk - I have two computers, three monitors on it. (work computer and personal computer). What I don’t have, however, is a desktop. I have stacks of papers, various “things”… but no desktop. We won’t even discuss the piles of crap under it.
What am I getting at..? Nothing really, just bitchy grumpy ramblings over something that’s my own doing to a large part. Just not sure how to attack it and make the changes stick.
All this week I’ve been in bed around 11. Last night I had to watch the end of “Munich" so didn’t get to bed until just after 12… I was exhausted (for those who don’t know me, 2 or 3 am is usually bed time for me regardless of when I have to get up so this going to bed early thing is new to me)
SOooo… tomorrow (this??) morning I have to work at 6am. I’m still away in the Rockies at the resort (God Bless work-from-home initiatives) so I’ll just log in from here in the morning the same as I would have from my own living room at home. I can probably push it to sleep in until 5:30 am and still have time to wake up, put the coffee on, shower, and get logged into the office on time.
However, it’s now getting closer to 1am and I’m not tired. How is this possible? What on earth is it with my body that as soon as I know I have to be up early in the morning for work, I’m suddenly not tired??? Ok, so this is nothing new; I do this all the time, but I’m really starting to wonder why.
I’m going to hate me in the morning. On top of it all, there’s been predictions for quite a snow fall here and the wireless internet fact sheet beside me says “Many items affect wireless signal strength here, especially weather”. oh boy. The only good news is our cabin just happens to have the only wireless signal repeater in the resort in it. I’d assume that other than the main lodge where the modem/router is, we’d have one of the strongest signals. Wish me luck.
“Self-importance is our greatest enemy. Think about it - what weakens us is feeling offended by the deeds and misdeeds of our fellowmen. Our self-importance requires that we spend most of our lives offended by someone.”—Carlos Castaneda
I’d say “only I could do this” but somehow I know that’s not anywhere near true. I’m on day four of a seven day ‘get-away’ to the mountains and in my mindless surfing I discover tumblr and spend the day reading. Then feel the need to create an account for myself.
So much for getting away from it all, eh? My fault, I suppose, for getting the wireless internet hooked up at the cabin, but I can justify that one by saying that I’ll be working from here on Thursday so didn’t have a lot of choice.
I’d make some sort of crack about being in the sprawling metropolis of Deadman’s Flats, Alberta… but other than these cabins and a few run down hotels, I haven’t seen that there’s actually a ‘town’ here. I could be wrong… I’ll have to look it up later and check.
Alright - so I’ve made a first post. Going to go back to mindless surfing with the occasional stop to hand feed the Mountain Chickadees and Grey Jays. I may not want to return home come Friday.