Letting Go

Remember before I went to England when I mentioned how we are giving away pretty much all of our possessions? Shortly after I wrote that post,  I sat in my (previously) cozy living room on my (former) comfy couch and took stock of all the stuff that had an expiration date (or a pick-up date rather)...and I cried.  Turns out, I was kind of attached to all that stuff.

Silly, I know.  Perhaps it was because I sometimes place sentimental value on things, perhaps it was the fact that I was running on empty, leaving for England in a few hours and in the midst of utter chaos,  perhaps it was the chicken shwarma I had for lunch...OR...perhaps it was the fact that, oh, I don't know - we are moving onto our boat and saying "sayonara" to life as we know it for a few years and venturing out into the great, wide open, unknown.  And God knows there is no place for Ikea furniture and World Market trinkets there.

Whatever it was, it came out and I cried like a little girl for a solid 8 minutes or so.  Scott looked at me and had to laugh before coming over to comfort me, which in turn, made me laugh through my tears.   Here I was, free spirited, gypsy soul Brittany crying about a couch.  "This is just..." I sniffled "the last time we are going to cuddle on this couch together...forever", I sobbed.

 What can I say?  I am a material girl in a material world.  It could be worse I suppose.

Over the course of one weekend, I have become a reluctant (but willing!) minimalist.  I am sitting here in my couch-less, decor-less, picture frame-less, trinket-less, cable-less, carpet-less, white-walled, echoey apartment and you know what?  It's not that bad.

I guess sometimes the idea of letting go can be harder than actually letting go.   See ya later flat screen, take that lil' wine cabinet with you!!

Love,
Brittany & Scott