I don’t know how people can hold garage sales for the fun of it. And now I can understand the forlorn hope written on the faces of storekeepers who stand in their doorway, anxiously scanning the street for their next customer.
I had hopes that nearly everything in Mum’s house would sell at the garage sale, albeit at generally very low prices. It was not about the money; it was about finding new homes for all the furniture I (nor my family or friends) have need of. Sadly it was not to be, even after I resorted early to the liberal use of “free!” pricetags. While the nice pieces went early, people’s opinion of the rest was summed up by a husband who said to his wife “why do you want that? It’s only gonna sit there and look crap.” Harsh, but in fair some cases.
The sheer size of what was left over put me into a very deep funk on Sunday, so much so that I was seriously considering delaying my departure for China. However some hard thought led to a sensible solution, aided on Tuesday by serendipitous events that saw another half a dozen items taken away. Saturday is the final cleanup day, with Sunday being the “walk-through” with the new owners to give them the tip about household quirks such as the well-hidden light switches in the basement. Then only the memories will be left…
It’ll be hard work, but I know it’s doable. And my mind is much clearer because the office move went very smoothly – I’m now working in beachside Cronulla! In a newly-refurbished office in a great location just a few steps from the Mall and the beach (and Northies). I’m looking forward to a totally different lifestyle next year 
I’m also looking forward to getting my life back, having the time to enjoy relaxation and friends. And time to remember.
