|Some "provisions" we were given during the party.|
Since the party we've been running around like the proverbial headless chickens trying to get rid of stuff. It still amazes me how much cruft we have to deal with. The only furniture we have left is our mattress lying on the floor in our bedroom, one table, and a couple dilapidated dinette chairs. It kind of reminds me how we first started living out of college...not a lot of furniture. The difference is all the small stuff though...man you can accumulate a lot in 18 years.
Many trips to every imaginable donation place (Goodwill, ARC, Habitat for Humanity, etc.). A trip down to the metal recycling center with old computer carcasses (steel cases, motherboards, hard drives...all separated of course), fence stakes, buckets of hardware, and other metallic things we couldn't find a home for or reason to keep (it is amazing what they will recycle..and depending on what you have there is some money in it..between our two trips we made $125).
Boxing up the things we want to store like picture albums, heirlooms, paperwork. Decided to buy a small fire safe to store some paperwork in lieu of paying for a safe deposit box for some necessary (but not exactly valuable) paperwork. Then stashing these boxes with nearby relatives.
Spending some quality time on eBay and Craigslist trying to get a few more dollars for some of our better "stuff". Our mountain bikes are now sold, so we will be looking for some possibly folding ones once we get to Florida. Running to CarMax and EchoPark to get appraisals on our old Pathfinder (which should disappear later today...after we cart the table my computer is currently sitting on to Goodwill).
|The almost gone Pathfinder...and house...I hope.|
And yesterday we met with the real estate agent. The sign is hiding in the garage, and we are prepared to list the house. That should happen early next week.
|The sign waiting in the garage.|
The goal was to be cleared out by last Tuesday...but this isn't any different than any other plan made by a cruiser...a wave comes along and wipes away any trace of that plan scribbled in the sand. Now I guess we will see if we are on the road by Easter. Keeping my fingers crossed.