I’m in the process of cleaning out a 1400 square foot home (plus basement and two car garage) and fitting stuff into a 980ish square foot home (unusable basement, leaky one car garage, small storage shed). I have a lot of stuff going back a few decades, not all of it collected by me. There are some things to which I have emotional attachments, like the piano that belonged to my mother. There are things that other people foisted on me in various ways like by moving out and saying “Oh, you can just keep that, I won’t have room). It is a tedious and extremely stressful process for me to sort through and get rid of things in general having been raised with a depression era mindset that you should keep everything in case you might need it later. Having memories of other people who are no longer in my life and having to get rid of things that were theirs makes it even harder. Frankly, it has been overwhelming at times and I’ve procrastinated too much.
So I began with a closet that was so stuffed it wouldn’t close properly.
How hard could it be? Let’s listen in as I converse with myself. For sake of clarity let’s limit this to two voices: Productive Me, referred to as PM, and Hesitant Me, referred to as HM.
PM: Okay. Let’s do this! [proceeds to remove paint cans, boxes, and some other stuff. Gets trash bag for actual trash, dust, dog hair, etc.] Wow, we haven’t had a dog in over three years. This is way overdue. [continues by removing some coats, accessories, and more] Alright, let’s see if we can close this door now! [door slides over, dips down, and rests at an awkward angle against frame, leaving a gap.]
HM: It’s broken. *sigh*
PM: So we’ll fix it!
HM: We don’t know how it’s broken, or how to fix it. It always worked before!
PM: Are you serious? Fixing sliding closet doors was literally part of a full time job you had one summer during our college years. It’s probably a quick fix with a screwdriver.
HM: I don’t know. That was years ago. I’m not sure I remember. This is a different door. The hardware might be different.
PM: I’m pretty sure this house was built before those dorms were, and the tech used has not changed in decades. You can do this. Let’s get a light and a screwdriver! [begrudgingly, we do so and assess the door from within the closet.] Okay, so turning this would raise it, and tightening it should make it close flush with the frame. Oh! The plastic piece that allows for adjustments is missing. That explains it!
HM: Aw man. I think I remember finding that and throwing it away. [roots through closet] I don’t see it. It’s gone. We’ll need a replacement. This makes everything look bad. This is terrible. I am horrible at home maintenance. I’ve neglected things. I shouldn’t have thrown away that piece.
PM: Dude, get a grip. Seriously. You and I both know this is an easy fix once we have that part. It will be fine, even if we have to go to a hardware store and buy one. Maybe the other one broke off. You used to be confident about this stuff -you could probably do it half asleep! What the heck happened to you?
HM: I lived with a judgemental narcissist who belittled any mistakes, blamed me for his, and steadily eroded my self-esteem over the course of several years!
PM: …Uhm…..Uh…Well, I’m sorry to hear that? You didn’t deserve that, at all. You are okay. I know you can do this, and do it well. It isn’t difficult. I think we might have compatible hardware from a set of doors we removed from another house a couple of years ago. Let’s stop for now until we can figure that out.
HM: But now we have all this stuff in the hallway! It’s a mess! I made it all worse!
PM: We are the only ones here. Nobody else is going to see it. If somebody comes to the door we’ll pretend we aren’t here.
HM: Like that one time at Halloween when we didn’t have any candy?
PM: Exactly. I think you need a break. We’ll come back to it.
Amazingly enough, or perhaps not, a plastic piece of the needed variety was found within minutes of searching. Sadly, it was getting dark in the hallway as it was late in the evening.
HM: This isn’t working. I’ve tried several times and the light’s not bright enough. I’m tired of holding my arms over my head to try. The screw isn’t fitting into the back plate. We might need to take the door all the way off and use the other plate instead.
PM: I am pretty sure it’s the same sizing. Let’s try again in the morning!
Sure enough, the door was properly aligned in less than two minutes the next morning and once again closes flush with the door frame. Yay! I did know what I was doing!
The rest of the closet was cleared, and items that still need to be there are better organized. Coming across baby-proofing items on the shelf was frustrating because they could’ve been donated somewhere ten years ago, I’m unlikely to ever need such things again, and for being a reminder that I should have cleaned things out sooner. Finding wedding-related items, both decor and a full photo collage frame, let me feeling a bit ill. I feel obligated to keep the photos at least for now. Oh well. One closet down, a whole lot more to go.
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