Our furniture is trying to come home to roost.
When we moved, we managed to find a home for much of the furniture we didn't/couldn't sell. One of Todd's cousin's took two entertainment centers (one armoire-style, and one massive bookshelf/bigscreen/lit-up thingie). A whole living room set, plus a few extraneous items was taken by a client of Todd's who had just moved into a big 'ol house and had rooms to spare.
In the meantime, we filled our storage unit with the astounding amount of things that one acquires - or rather, what's left after you sell 4/5ths of it. It's poorly arranged (cough, todd, cough, cough), though, and the back half of the unit - the area I couldn't reach when I reorganized with both girls in tow - is rife with unused space.
Flash forward six months. Cousin has moved to another city, leaving behind the two entertainment centers. Client friends are divorcing and short-sale-ing their big new house. We have until Saturday to pick up all the furniture.
Today, I am wondering if this is happening this week to prove a point.
We need money.
We have no space. (Okay, very little space.)
We could SELL the furniture and get MONEY without losing SPACE.
Except it makes me wanna throw up just a little. For a couple of reasons.
1. I'm still attached.
2. We don't know if we will be staying here at the cabin for any longer than 18 more months, and moving back to the old house without that furniture would be depressing, though not life-ending.
3. Getting it all sold by Saturday smacks of work.
4. Have I mentioned that I'm still a bit bruised from selling or giving away all of my other worldly possessions? Yes? Well, sorry. I tend to go on.
Any thoughts?
