Hi, Folks:
As some of you know, spouse and I are moving. I confess, I am really having a difficult time with the whole thing. I began to pack some knickknacks the other day, and it went Ok until I moved on to my teapot collection.
This collection isn't huge. I'd say there are maybe less than 20. But I completely flipped out while trying to wrap them up. Crying and everything. First they all had to be washed. I hadn't cleaned some in so long that there was dirt BONDED onto them, almost like a nicotlne stain. Then I dried them off, and started to wrap to put in boxes. While I'm looking at them/touch them, I'm realizing a couple of things.
1. If they meant so much to me, why haven't I cleaned or touched them or cared for them? (One reason is, I loathe housework and rarely do any dusting or vacuuming at all).
2. They don't seem to have much meaning for me anymore. I started collecting them more than 20 years ago, most likely because I'm quite an Anglophile and they reminded me of England. Now I'm just seeing them as More Things to Dust.
There are two that belonged to each of my grandmothers, that have meaning. If I kept them, I'm not even sure where I'd put them. On a bookshelf, perhaps? The rest, I just feel a sort of nothingness when I look at them. They sure don't "spark joy." ha ha
I'm thinking of just taking those boxes to the Salvation Army.
I feel a sense of loss and guilt. Loss because they used to mean so much to me. I even had a special hutch to display them. (Not sure I want the hutch anymore, either).
Has anyone ever experienced something like this? I guess I haven't since I gave away my Breyer horse models when I was a teenager. ha ha
I should add: I am going through a VERY bad time emotionally right now. I lost two friends last week, and the grandson of one of my best friends, age 13, died in a gun related incident last week.