This summer, I went out of town with the kids to help with a garage sale (which actually ended up happening again later in the summer. It wasn’t just your average garage sale, mind you, it was at my Grandparents’ house (which was for sale for a total of two years after my Grandma had passed away in 2010).
I was amazed at all of the things a person can amass over a lifetime. There were knick knacks of every shape and size, seasonal decorations for favorite holidays, kitchen gadgets that seemed nifty but were still in packages, floral arrangements that were originally purchased for $80 or more, and still more things.
All of those things that were so expensive when purchased or received as gifts, they sat on the shelves with price tags of $.50 or $1.00. My Grandpa had to fuss while we were selling things and complain that it was too cheap, remembering the prices that he had paid for them originally.
This all felt like such a stark reminder to simplify during life. A call to want for less, and make do with what we have more often. A feeling that I never want someone to have to go through all of my things when I die and decide that they are worth a quarter each (as well as the desire to not have to burden people with that task).
Are we filling our home with things that will just end up in some giant garage sale one day?
Are we holding too tightly onto things that will be passed over by strangers, deciding which are trash and which are treasures?
Will our children and grandchildren sigh as they lug loads of things from every nook and cranny in our home?