As the days creep closer to September 4th, I’m a bit panicked about how much junk, erm, personal possessions, I still need to get rid of. I can’t believe how huge this house is, nor how naïve I was about how much I’d already downsized! After the horde left on Saturday, I was left feeling pretty depressed and overwhelmed. I spent Sunday in a bit of a funk as my overworked brain tried to figure out how to deal with what’s left.

My original thought had, of course, been a garage sale, but I’ve been convinced that this won’t be worth my while (mainly because of the neighbourhood I live in). So, I’ve mulled things over and realised that getting money isn’t as important as feeling as if my things are going to people who need and want them, rather than just ending up in the trash heap.

I started by contacting someone who had picked up a ton of books from me in the spring. She’s working on a database project involving books and knows a lot of readers. She had been thrilled to receive the mountain I gave her then and enthusiastically accepted to pick up this week what I have left. That helped me find the second wind I needed to tear through the house and box up the books I have left. I was surprised to discover that I still had a visceral attachment to a lot of them, then chided myself. Those books are ones I’ve read a million times over twenty years or so. It’s time for me to read new things!

I’ve advertised the last bit of furniture on Craigslist and am hoping to get money for my computer armoire and craft hutch. I put two bedside lamps on there and was shocked when someone snapped them up almost immediately. Same thing for a filing cabinet, which I gave to a grateful student.

Extra linens that are still in good condition will go to a Saint-Vincent-de-Paul drop off box. Like batches of things, like empty DVD cases and kitchen supplies, are offered on the local Freecycle-type group.

As for the things that are coming with me, I found a new use for my Ikea Kasset boxes as they will be the perfect fit for the overhead cabinets in Miranda. So, I’ve got a row of them spread out in the living room and they’re all divided into categories–hardware, electronics, bathroom, office supplies, etc.. As I move through the house and gather up odds and ends, I deposit them in the appropriate box. Once that box is full, I start another. Since I can’t just dump things pêle-mêle into a box now to dump back into a drawer at the other end, because I won’t have much furniture, this method is working out brilliantly.

In just two hours this evening I could see definite progress, so I’m actually starting to feel that I might have this buttoned up on time.

12 sleeps left till I move in and 17 sleeps left till I leave!

Miranda’s wardrobe is surprisingly useless for a full-timer. Blame it on the sliding doors. If I had doors that opened outwards, I could have done something like Andy Baird did in his rigs, that is put in plastic drawers to fill in the space. Instead, I have to contend with doors that eat up a surprising amount of interior space. I will put in at least one drawer unit, but it will have to be quite skinny.

When retirees move into a full-timing rig, they can usually downsize their clothing since they know they’ll be doing mostly casual things in mostly warm climates. I don’t have that luxury. I’m still going to go through four seasons and I have no idea what sort of scenarios I’m going to encounter. It therefore doesn’t make sense to get rid of anything I’ve worn in the last year except for pieces that are definitely too big for me now.

I divided my wardrobe into three: winter, summer, and inbetween. Since I’m leaving at the beginning of September, I can expect to wear summer clothes for at least that month, but will want ready access to the inbetween items, which include longer-sleeved tops and heavier skirts. The distinctly winter items–corduroy skirts, heavy knit tops, coats, boots, hats, etc. went into two rubber totes that fit nicely in the basement. I’ll need to figure out how to squeeze the summer things into the wardrobe using the hanging and drawer space I have available to me. As for the inbetween stuff, I want it at the ready for the first chilly morning.

So, I just spent a half hour staring at both my closets (yes, both, I’m in suuuch trouble, LOL!) and realised that I hadn’t figured out yet where I’m putting my suitcases. Yes, I’m taking my suitcases with me since I plan on doing one round trip air flight per year to Montreal to visit my family.

The three suitcases nestle in each other, so there’s only the big one to worry about, size-wise, and it should fit on the wardrobe’s shelf if I measure things correctly. I put the smaller suitcase in it and stuffed it with rolled up long-sleeved inbetween tops.

I then closed up the small suitcase and laid on top the dressier clothes I own that would be suitable for interviews or office jobs. They’ll be out of the way, but stay reasonably unwrinkled.

I finished by stuffing the suitcase with socks and tights.

I will most definitely need to hang some things, so I suspect I’ll end up using up as much of the wardrobe for drawers as I can, and then put up hooks in the entrance and study for hanging the coats and shawls I’m using at the time. I’ll hang the other coats in the wardrobe in the dead space between the drawers where the doors intersect. I’ll need to remove the drawer units to get at the coats, so that will be fine for rotating storage.

In a matter of hours a horde will descend upon my house, filling it like hungry little fire ants attacking a prey. When it scatters, the house will be quite empty.

I’ll then have two weeks to continue bringing items to Miranda and get rid of the rest. I really don’t have that much left to bring at this time, though. What’s left is mostly stuff I don’t want to do without in the next couple of weeks, like my clothes, computer set up, DVD cases, and mattress. For the last big haul, I would like to bring Miranda here one day, finish filling her up, and then leave for good. That will hopefully happen on Saturday the 30th. I had planned to spend that weekend at a campground but only just clued in that, HELLO!, it’s the Labour Day weekend! I’ll be lucky to find a campground close by that still has spots left. I’ll make some calls on Monday, but I have a couple of other options in mind.

I will spend my last two weeks in this house the way I spent the first two weeks, with very little furniture and no appliances, and will be coming full circle as I move back into a metal tube on wheels. Had someone told me last March that I would be moving back into such an abode, I would have laughed. Life is the strangest ride.

I went back to Miranda tonight to hopefully finish the floors. I almost got done before I ran out of light and steam. I’m at the ‘really finicky lots of measuring and fitting of itty bitty pieces in a tiny space stage’, which is not fun at all.

I’ve made two discoveries this week.

Until Sunday, Miranda had a secret basement compartment with a door I couldn’t open. I tried every key and had my friend try, too, when she came last Tuesday. Neither one of us could get that door open. Sunday, I decided to try again and I got in (wish I could remember what key I used). Guess what I found behind the door? An outdoor shower!!! YES! *score*! And there I was disappointed that not only do I have a rig without enclosed tanks, I also don’t have an outdoor shower. My rig is truly awesome! 🙂

Second discovery came from spending about an hour sitting on the entrance steps. I looked up and noticed a switch under the kitchen counter, just above the drawers. I’d of course seen it in pictures, but hadn’t really clued in to the fact that there was something there. Curious, I hit the switch. Miranda roared to life. Yes, folks. I found the on switch for the generator. I had no idea that a generator could be turned on from inside! There’s even a little counter that keeps track of the generator hours. I’ll be filling up the tank on Friday and will exercise the generator this weekend.

Tonight was the first time I turned lights on in the rig and doing so caused a shift in consciousness. Miranda is parked by her lonesome in a rural setting, by farmland, and surrounded by trees. Soon as the sun set, the crickets came out. As I turned lights on in my current metal tube on wheels set in such a familiar setting, I was instantly home. I can’t wait to move in.