The campground held a yard sale yesterday. It tested the clutter-clearing skills I developed and sharpened last year. I may have hit my stride when we had to vacate our home, though. Yesterday I found myself wanting to hold on to stuff for no good reason.
Crap. It’s just crap that we haven’t looked at in months. For some reason we had to keep it. We had to drive it around the country. We paid for the gas it took to get it from Idaho to Maine.
“I bought that waste basket at Pier One when I was in law school.” I remember the day. I thought it cost a little too much for a garbage can, but I wanted something more adult-like to hold my bedroom trash. And, if nothing else, I deserved a nice bedroom accessory. It became someone else’s nice bedroom accessory this weekend.
We decided to keep two 5-pound hand weights. We’re hauling around hand weights that no one has touched in eight months. They are literally just weighing us down. We are making the RV pull another 10 unnecessary pounds up hills while trying to go 60 miles per hour.
Can you believe we also had all of the state guidebooks that I requested a year ago to help me plan this adventure? All 48 of them, plus maps for most. Some states sent more than one booklet and some included campground listings. Haven’t looked at a single one.
The kids chipped in some of their crap, too. I almost tried to take a few of their things out of the sale box. I remembered how excited they were when they got those toys. It was tough. I had to start going through those pep talks in my head that I used last year.
Max and Jane had fun watching the table, selling our crap to other RVers also living in tiny spaces. Those other RVers got some good deals, though. People love good deals. Max was very proud of himself for selling two new cans of Café Du Monde chicory coffee for $1/each.
I kept one.