A Clean Sweep

I’ve been gone from French Letters for a couple of months, although no longer travelling, leading one friend to point out that as far as French Letters is concerned I’m still in New Zealand. Alas, no. This is where I’ve been: a cabin in the deep woods on the island.

It all began in Rotorua, where my phone started buzzing frantically with texts telling me that my house on the island was being flooded. Everything was being taken out of the house and put in storage, and the house would be uninhabitable for months.

Of course I hopped off the ship and onto a plane out of Auckland and came back tout de suite, missing the last 11 days of my planned journey. A little cabin in the woods was offered to me as temporary shelter, and I’ve been holed up there since the second week of October. Now, in just a week, I get to move back in to my house and unpack my life.

Of course, unpacking boxes will be a huge part of that. But this is actually the opportunity to separate out my life from the stuff Shel left behind, picked over quite some time ago, with only inertia holding it in place before it was unceremoniously boxed up by strangers. Shel liked to keep stuff like: boxes of slides of photos he shot 40 years ago, redundant rolls of masking tape that are only marginally younger, books of songs he hadn’t played since the 1960s, tech-related gizmos that haven’t been compatible with anything in at least a decade, and so on. You get the picture. You probably have stuff like that yourself.

As hard as it is to get rid of your stuff, it’s even harder to get rid of someone else’s. Some of it had meaning to him, although not to me. It’s hard enough to find meaning in my own stuff, let alone someone else’s, especially when that someone else has long since left the planet and is not available to defend its intrinsic worth. Some of it, so help me, is his light bulb collection, bulbs that don’t fit any current light fixture. This is akin to that pile of keys that you don’t dare throw out, even though you have no idea what they are supposed to unlock. He had those too.

So I have decided to take the bold step of not unpacking the boxes of his stuff. Our stuff, yes. My stuff, of course. Nor will I put back into the house furniture that he brought with him when he moved across the country to live with me some 25 years ago. This feels like a fairly momentous step, one that I wouldn’t have tackled without the assistance of the flood. Silver lining.

This will, inevitably, leave numerous gaps in the house. My intention is to live with the emptiness until I figure out whether to fill it, and if so, how. After nine weeks of living in someone else’s house, furnished with their extremely modest stuff, and virtually nothing of my own except the clothing I had with me in New Zealand and a few warm winter things I scrounged from the storage unit, I feel ready to give up pretty much everything.

It amazes me how easy it has been to slip into having nothing of my own. Now all I have to do is decide what I want to keep, and where I want to put it.

In the meantime, I have some lovely pictures and tales from the part of the New Zealand trip that hadn’t made it here when my trip was so rudely interrupted. I’ll put them up here soon, as a reward for your patience.

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11 Comments on “A Clean Sweep”

  1. Your strength give me strength. I don’t have a major flood that I can say has actually helped me to move me toward departing with my Bob’s many boxes of personal letters, music in so many forms, books or memorabilia. I hope nothing like that happens, of course. I just have to deal with these and much more. I have avoided it so far. It’s been 2 1/2 years since he suddenly departed and his side of the closet still has his clothes hanging in there, plus his office; I have the door shut to it most of the time. So, thanks for your strength. I just might be able to move forward now.

  2. Rosemary Freeman Says:

    You have been in my thoughts over the last few weeks, wondering how that cruise was going and I was envious of you. Now dealing with a flood, we did that in Alberta 7 years ago and I would not wish that on anyone.
    I to understand about stuff, my storage unit has had stuff for 6 years and it has come time to part with it. Tough decision as a lot of it belonged to my parents. it is now time to deal with it.

    Here I find the strength from other women making the same decisions.

  3. Abra Bennett Says:

    We’re all in it together, that’s for sure.

  4. Kim Says:

    Abra. This is beautiful. Clutter never frees one’s spirit nor fills a void. How great that you point out yhe silver lining in this! Looking forward to dinner in the new year! K

  5. My boyfriend lost his house earlier this year and had to move in with me. How do you fit someone else’s stuff with your stuff? What to keep? What to toss? His beds are better than mine, so I sold mine and kept his. Same for his extensive collection of Annieglass (look it up), so we’re dining on platinum-rimmed art glass now instead of my grocery-store weekly-special dinnerware. Some of his stuff is in storage, so we have to figure out what to keep of that.

    It certainly is a lesson in what’s valuable and what isn’t. Same lesson my daughter learned. She traveled for a month by herself in Europe last summer, living out of a single carry-on bag. Even at that, she didn’t wear everything she brought. On arrival back home, she looked at her stuffed closet and decided to purge. Suddenly, it all seemed like useless nonsense.

  6. Jeremy Newel Says:

    So glad to have you back, Abra. I’ve sorely missed your chronicles! Staring over again, yet again, has so much backstory. I am looking forward to your musings. They help me with my own.

  7. Marigene Says:

    You are missed, Abra!

  8. Jeremy Newel Says:

    Where are you, Abra, and how and what are you doing with yourself these days? Those of us upon whom you have been such a beacon care.

  9. I wondered, as well. I was just thinking of Abra this week, when there was news about possible flooding on the Carmel River. It brought back memories of Abra living in Carmel and being a bit too close to the rising water many years ago. (Yeah, Abra. What’s happening??)

  10. Abra Bennett Says:

    Jeremy, Donna! Friend me on Facebook, since I’m really not here anymore. I think of coming back to French Letters, but blogs seem so last decade. And I hate to admit it but I’ve started over yet again, have storage units (plural) yet again, have no clue in the world what’s next yet again. Will I ever grow up and settle down?

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