Nobody tells you that the hardest part of clearing out a parent’s house isn’t the lifting. It’s the deciding.
When my mother passed, my brother and I had thirty days to empty the house she’d lived in for forty years. My brother lived three states away, so most of the sorting fell to me.
I thought the heavy furniture would be the hard part. It wasn’t.
The hard part was the kitchen drawer.
A rubber spatula, a church cookbook, twelve twist ties and a birthday card I sent her in 1994. Each one asked me the same question. Keep it, give it away or throw it out?
By the end of the first day, I’d made what felt like a thousand little choices. I was so tired I couldn’t decide what to make for supper.
If you’re facing a parent’s house right now, I’d like to share what helped me make fewer decisions, and easier ones. Clearing out a parent’s house is hard enough without wearing yourself down to nothing.
Why All Those Little Choices Wear You Out
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