I’ve been trying to think of a good code name for this adventure we’re embarking on over here. I always like how the US Gov’t makes up ‘operation …(fill in the blank)…’ for their stuff. It has a snazzy ring to it, and makes everyone get on board quicker. Like, “Invade Another Sovereign Country” doesn’t have a snazzy ring. But “Operation Eagle Freedom” (or whatever they called it) is something I can get behind!
So, what is this? ‘Operation Go Live On A Beach’? “Operation Buy All My Crap”? “Operation I Am Going To Lose My Mind?” I’ll have to think further on this.
Whatever the case, I’m on day 3. My sister took my kids so I could dismantle my house without interruptions, and I did a bang up job, especially in the kitchen where I took everything out of the cabinets and onto the counters:
I love my kitchen. I love all the cabinet space, and drawer space. It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with this house. However, when the goal is to empty out all that space, this turns in to the kitchen of doom. So. Much. Crap. To. Sort. Through.
Up till now, I’ve put the stuff to sell in big piles on the floor, but that got a little messy. So, I cleared out our formal dining room to make space for it all:
And then slowly started filling it up:
I cranked up my itunes playlists hooked up to speakers. I am impossibly distractible, but I find that if I play music with a super fast tempo it kind of matches how much my mind races and serves to keep me on track. I have a great playlist of 80’s songs reworked as club music. So, take ‘Jessie’s Girl’, speed it up 100% and add in some techno. So awesome!
I feel like I’m having an out of body experience doing all this. I don’t know if it’s the shock of actually getting rid of everything and moving, or that I’ve so completely unattached myself from my surroundings, or what. Sometimes I stop and think, is this really my life?! But now I’m in bed getting ready to call it a day, listening to Jason Mraz on repeat until I go to sleep. “I’m Yours” is like my own personal lullaby. And maybe one day I’ll drive my RV into his avacado farm in San Diego somewhere so he can make me some chocomole and I can tell him all about unschooling. He’d LOVE that I bet.
Speaking of San Diego, I took this while visiting San Diego this past June. There are worse ways to spend an afternoon than this:
Goodnight internets, your comments continue to encourage me to keep going with this!
*wow, I’m so disconnected, I got my day order wrong on just the second day. I’m on day TWO, not THREE, which is pretty sad to get confused considering yesterday was only day ONE.
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