Friday, July 24, 2015

We’re Almost Done

We must have said it every day for the past six months.  “We’re almost done.”

Almost done downsizing everything we own in preparation to travel the country with 8 of our children in a camper.  Like any good American family, we have moved before gradually increasing our square footage along with the trappings required to fill our square footage, but we have never moved with 8 children and the stuff that has accumulated with them… nor have we ever transitioned from 3000 square feet down to 300 square feet.

This move was like the end of a five year game of hide-n-go seek where the stuff that never knew where to hide gave itself up first while the stuff camouflaged in the crevices of the house held out until the bitter end.

We’ve almost been done a hundred times over.  The move started when we sold the larger pieces of furniture we didn’t want to keep or put in storage.  Over the years, our house has been designed around a theme we like to call “garage sale chic” so there was quite a bit we didn’t mind parting with.  Then came the first purge of clothing and its mountain of affiliated hangers.  We were keeping much of the clothing as hand-me-downs from one age group of kids to the next since our children span from 22 to 1 1/2 years old, but when you have space for less than ten outfits per person, storing hand-me-downs is no longer an issue.

Next, we held a garage sale.  Our driveway, front yard and garage were covered with stuff.  After a full Saturday morning, we entered the long awaited hour where everything must go!  We hit one o’clock, and if you could fit it into your vehicle, it was yours… but we still had a lot of stuff left.

March hit, and we needed to list the house to rent which meant any art or wall hangings had to come down and any remaining clutter had to be organized.  We realized we had already gotten rid of so much we barely had enough furniture to stage the house which was problematic because it meant we still had enough furniture to stage a 3000 square foot house!

As the days passed, more and more stuff trickled out the door to family, neighbors and our pregnant trash can.  The last week of May required us to begin the official transition to the camper where we took everything left at the house and either trashed it, stored it, Goodwilled it, or brought it with us.  The garage became a field of prairie dog mounds as piles of stuff came out from the recesses of our home.  Stuff was shifted from bedrooms to hallways, upstairs to downstairs, living spaces to garage spaces until the last of it was gone.

The cleaners came.  The carpets were steam cleaned.  The house was empty.

Yet, after months of downsizing, we still had to take two van loads full of trash bags to the dump.  Our storage unit was bursting at the seams, our trash can was giving birth one last time, and our camper was overflowing with unsorted containers of clothing and miscellany.

After all this, the culminating realization that we, the Kendrick family, had too much stuff was revealed in two separate events.  

The first was the sorting of our bathroom supplies.  A 300 square foot camper only has one bathroom so there is no place to store surplus shampoo, toothpaste or towels.  But as I unpacked the tubs of personal hygiene products, the quantity of nail clippers we actually owned came to light.  At first, it was three pairs.  Three pairs isn’t excessive in a two-story home.  You might even say it’s conservative.  We might have a pair upstairs, a pair downstairs and an extra in a travel bag.  Then, three pairs jumped to five pairs.  Five pairs made me chuckle a bit and shake my head, but the next box unveiled three more pairs.  Eight pairs had me moderately concerned, but then the last box was sorted, and… we entered double-digits.  Even for a family with nine children in 3000 square feet, that many pairs of nail clippers is a sign of over-consumption and chaos.

The second event was a series of the same conversation with a myriad of friends.  They would ask, “How is it going?”  We would say, “You don’t realize how much stuff you have, and how much you don’t need until you’re forced to account for it all.”  Then they would say, “Yeah, you’re right.  We have a huge house with rooms we just look at but never use.  We don’t need all that space.  It’s just more to clean, more to put stuff in, more to have.”  We both shake our heads, laugh at our own absurdity, and know nothing will be done about it.

For me, these two happenings elicited an introspective look into my psyche.  In moving into this tiny space, we were forced to make the Earth our home.  If anyone in our family ever feels cramped, we simply say, “Go outside, you literally have the entire world to be free in… literally the entire world!”  There is no ceiling and there are no walls.  But in a house, we are seemingly trying to fit more of the world into the confines of brick and mortar.  We pretty it up, but it is never as creative as a sunrise, as breathtaking as an open sky or as freeing as an uncultivated field.  We have both literally and metaphorically fenced ourselves in even though an adventurous frontier awaits.

The significance of this point is fleeting though.  We routinely wrestle with contentment.  When we return to our home a year from now, we will inevitably re-engage in the accumulation of the ever-illusive nail clippers.  The game of hide-n-go-seek will resume, and without an intentional effort, a good portion of our life will succumb to the management of our stuff.

We are adjusting quite well to life in 300 square feet.  As it turns out, one bathroom for ten people isn’t that inconvenient, and I only need ten shirts, a couple pair of pants and some shorts to make it through any given week.  But the question remains - if less is more, how do we live with less?  How do we get to a place where we stop saying, “We’re almost done.”? 

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