Imagine yourself to have been living in a house for 30 years and you have equipped it with things you consider valuable. You and your family has developed memories from children’s childhood to birthdays and anniversaries, until your children has moved out and started to build a family of their own. Time has come that you have to move out from that house under the circumstances. I am talking about my mother-in-law who has just moved to another house smaller than the previous one. Actually, it’s ironic to say small when the area of the house is 110 sq m for a lone dweller. Her husband has been living in the home for the aged for almost two years now.
The momentous decision to move out was probably the hardest, painful resolution she has ever made. That she could no longer take care of the big house due to dominating old age has overweighed all the reasons considered.
So came the strenuous packing, sorting, throwing away of unnecessary stuffs like marmelade jars and more. Helping her was more than fun for I’d seen how she’d collected things that had passed from one generation to another. From the kettle she got from her mother to the smallest pieces of plastic bags. It took four months to get all the things transported to the new house.
With the help of my hubby and his brother, she has almost done getting all in places. She’s done it in her time without urgency. It’s her first spring in the new home interior and surroundings and I think she deserves a break now that the strenuous part is over. Just in time for springtime, she needs this Hartman Garden Furniture in her little garden to sit comfortably while having her coffee time. I can’t wait to have barbecue in her new garden, as we used to do in the previous place.