I completely agree Susi, our home, like our life, forms through and around us. I have found as I edge closer to eighty that I do not want to leave an unsorted life to those who inherit my small world. And when you are childless, the photographs, the letters and the objects that tell a sliver of your life will be dispersed, discarded or stored and forgotten. That is how it has to be; that is how it always has been. To quote G. K. Chesterton: "The way to love anything is to realise that it may be lost."
Spot on, Susi! If we all followed the downsizing trolls, we might as well live in hotel rooms. That doesn't mean hoarding, just surrounding oneself with one's life as we're still living it.
I completely agree Susi, our home, like our life, forms through and around us. I have found as I edge closer to eighty that I do not want to leave an unsorted life to those who inherit my small world. And when you are childless, the photographs, the letters and the objects that tell a sliver of your life will be dispersed, discarded or stored and forgotten. That is how it has to be; that is how it always has been. To quote G. K. Chesterton: "The way to love anything is to realise that it may be lost."
Delia, thanks for your comment and sharing this beautiful quote.
Spot on, Susi! If we all followed the downsizing trolls, we might as well live in hotel rooms. That doesn't mean hoarding, just surrounding oneself with one's life as we're still living it.
Lynette Evans