When I was growing up, we were really poor. We moved multiple times and we moved very quickly. I know now it was because we were being evicted from the apartment or house.
So I learned to pack up what I had very quickly. But a few times we had to move so quickly that I was not able to get anything that I owned. So I would lose access to all of my toys. Because of that, I still own a few things from my childhood. They were just items that I was able to keep through the years. One of the items was a teddy bear. One of the items was a desk. And I also have the very first outfit I was wearing when I was brought up from the hospital. My parent’s life stabilized around the age of 9 so I had one home from that time until I graduated.
But I always kept this fear of losing everything I had. My parents divorced when I was 30. They were losing their house because they could not keep up with the payments. I went over to the house before the bank took it and looked around. Everything from the ages of 9 and up was in the house. It broke my heart that once again my parents were losing everything. I frantically tried to grab everything that mattered to me. I grabbed my parent’s wedding photos. I grabbed my art projects from my youth. I grabbed things that I thought would matter to my siblings. My heart was broken. I realize it is just stuff. I am not sure it was even about the stuff. It was about trying to save some moments of happiness from my childhood.
My second son wanted to sell his video games so he could buy some more video games. It is a normal thing for a child to do. He is 12. I went to take him to the video store and it caused me stress to watch him sell the games. (The store guy only gave him $1 per game which also bothered me). My son had plenty of games and wasn’t playing with those anymore anyway. I walked out of the store because I knew it was an irrational feeling.
I hate garage sales. They cause me stress. It causes me stress to watch people part with their stuff. It causes me stress to watch them sell their stuff so they can have money. I realize it is irrational. I realize it makes no sense. Again, it is not really about the material items. It is about the feeling that something is lost that can never be recovered.