Baby steps, I tell myself, baby steps. I posted the cart on Craigslist and probably should have priced it higher because eight people responded excitedly in short order. But the cart has lived outside for fifteen years and my son had scoffed at its saleability. “Who would want that old thing??? You should pay someone to come get it!”
So I asked $35 for it and could have gotten $50.
If I were to sell, donate, or toss one item a day, I’d be fully down-sized by maybe 2050. Down into my grave, actually.
Perhaps I need to pick up the pace?
Especially motivated since yesterday, when I went on a house tour in the downtown neighborhood where I’d like to live, once I sell this place…
The Hough (pronounced “howk”) neighborhood is waking up from a generation or more of neglect. Nobody wanted an old Craftsman bungalow from the 1920s, because McMansions were the hot thing around here.
Then the market collapsed.
But now those cute little bungalows are HOT, people are doing fabulous renovations and the neighborhood is really coming up. Six homes were on the tour and I could have been happy in any of them, though three were really too big.
Between my travel lust and now bungalow lust the motivation is getting stronger. I begin to see that alternatives to my current life could be extremely attractive…