While my PC was being worked on for 5 hours today, I reorganized my clothes closet. It had been a while. It was good to remind myself what clients go through. It can be gut wrenching but oh so liberating. I am donating bags of cute clothes that don't fit and it’s unlikely they will again. Bodies change as we age. <Sigh.> I tossed every hanger that's not a Huggable. I organized everything the way it once was. It's a tiny closet. It looks nice now. I even found 4 pair of my favorite jeans!
The process evoked many memories of my journey here.
When I moved into this studio, I came from a large 2-bedroom condo. I had rented there for 17 years when they decided to sell. I had a wonderful young roommate who split the rent with me and was a marvel around the house. But Jay was a student and not in a financial position to sign a lease with me, so I was on my own. Hence, with rents being what they are in Los Angeles, I was forced to move into a studio.
In order to do so, I had to significantly pare down my belongings – furniture, kitchen items, clothing, costume jewelry, art, the whole kit and caboodle. I would only have room for 1/4th of my hard-earned “stuff.” And I had a month to do it.
Do you think you can make money selling your things? Wrong. I had two apartment sales and a few yard sales. I advertised everywhere. Guess what? People don’t want to pay for anything. You have to grit your teeth when people offer you $10 for something that you recently paid $100 for. I sold some things but ….
I had to give many things away – nice things! And I made a huge donation to charity. When all was said and done, and moving day arrived, I didn't realize I still had too much stuff.
I loved my overstuffed pink floral sofa, and it would have looked beautiful here. People even wanted to purchase it. But the day I moved in, the movers could not get it through the tiny opening to my doorway. There was no frickin’ way! So I had to leave it outside. I tried to call some people but had no luck. That night it rained. <Deep sigh.>
I have a main room, a decent kitchen, and a tiny bathroom. I had the movers stage the boxes in my kitchen. I didn’t notice they stacked them 4 or 5 boxes high. Once they were gone, I came in to unpack. I realized I couldn’t get into the kitchen. There was no way to move around. I needed help! I called Jay, who came right over. He helped me unpack and get to the point where I could function. I will never be able to thank him enough.
I brought my 2 kitties with me. It was very cold and the heat wasn’t working. The whole ordeal seriously rattled them. They are indoor cats and had never lived anywhere but the condo. So they crawled under the covers of my bed and didn’t come out for 3 days. I was so worried. I then moved the litter box and food right next to my bed and noticed in the morning that they had ventured out. And the heat came on! It then became an adventure for them. And in a few days I got cable, internet and music, so it wasn't as quiet as before.
After unpacking, I realized it was purge time again. <Another sigh.> I had boxes of clothes in every corner. I had one small “walk-in” closet. A good friend came over and installed a tension rod in the back and a shelf above. I then donated more clothes until things fit into my closet and drawers.
But here I am today, happily ensconced in my nest, with 2 happy kitties and everything I really need. And I have a business I LUV.
So I now enjoy every morning when the sun streams through my window and wakes me up. There are still many challenges ahead, but I am aiming straight at them. And I need to remember to keep my closet organized!