I finally have a date when I'm going to leave Denver and head South. My daughter and her husband are going to take a short vacation, what I would call a mini-vacation, and I want to hang around and keep an eye on the house till they get back on October 15. So I will probably be leaving the next day.
Thinking about traveling put me in the mood to go through a couple of cupboards and throw some stuff away. Looking at some of the things I threw away kinda made me wonder why I kept them in the first place. Giving it some thought two things came to mind, one is it looked like something I would use in the future, and the other was sentimental value.
You really don't know what you're going to need when you become a full-timer. Even someone like me who's been RVing for decades still overestimated what it was going to take to be a successful full-timer. But as a rule of thumb its going to take a lot less stuff than you ever imagined and the more things you can get rid of before you start full-timing the better off you'll be.
The things you brought with you that you found out later that you really didn't need are not a problem to get rid of, you can give them away to somebody who may need them, which will give you a good feeling, or you can just toss them into a trash can and there again feel good that you're getting rid of stuff that's in the way and adds weight to the RV. The items with sentimental value are a lot more difficult.
Today I threw away a digital, AC plug-in alarm clock that sat on a nightstand next to my bed at my house for a long long time. It was just a cheap Walmart alarm clock but it had big numbers on it that I could read without my glasses on if I woke up in the middle of the night because there were Elk in the yard making noise, a bear walking on the back deck, or a family of raccoons on the roof, and yes all of those things happened.
Even though it was a plug-in clock it had a small battery in it that would keep it running for a few hours so that when the power went out, which was a fairly common occurrence in the mountains where I lived, the clock continued to keep time running on battery power until the electricity came back on. I liked never having to reset it.
When I started full timing I knew I was going to be boondocking a lot, because boondocking is where I'm happy and free, so I knew that having an AC plug-in clock didn't make much sense because my life revolves around solar panels and batteries, but I brought that clock with me anyway because it had sentimental value. But today I finally let go.
Letting go of the past is difficult, and it's even more difficult if the past consisted of so many memorable times, both good and bad because they all fit together to make what we call a life. Some folks are better at letting go than others, I myself took the cowards way out and rented a storage room to hold some of the memories that I had trouble letting go of, but even the storage room has less in it now than it did a year ago.
I keep telling myself that memories are in your mind and not in a "thing" and if your memories are important then you won't need a "thing" to remind you of them. I tell myself that all the time, over and over.
Today was weird hair day at my grandson's kindergarten class. I wonder what the kids did that always have weird hair