There’s no getting around it. Moving is stressful. I’ve got three months to get rid of nearly everything I own. I get paid to organize things so I think I’ve got this, but that doesn’t make it any less stressful.
Some things can be donated. That’s the easy one. A mountain of suits, jackets, boots, shoes, coats, blankets, and toiletries is traveling to work with me tomorrow for the company’s annual Gifts for the Homeless used clothing drive.
Christmas is coming and so are my eBay listings. Expensive purses and shoes (way too many!) will go there but selling on eBay is anything but easy. Photographing, writing descriptions, answering questions, monitoring listings, packing, shipping, and managing the inevitable returns will take up a fair amount of my free time over the next month.
And what the heck am I going to do with my cookbook collection? Holy moly! I’m not donating my babies and the thought of selling 144 linear feet of books, one by one, makes me want to jump in bed and pull the covers up over my head. I’m ready to part with my collection (the first step!), which includes the complete works of Jacques Pépin, including The Other Half of the Egg, treasured books by M. F. K. Fisher, including How to Cook a Wolf,
and lots of Ruth Reichl books, including her uber bizarre Mmmmm: A Feastiary. Then there’s the gorgeous book illustrated by Toulouse-Lautrec and the wacky Alice’s Restaurant Cookbook, complete with a tear-out vinyl recording of “Alice’s Restaurant Massacre” sung by Arlo Guthrie.
Other personal favorites from my travels include The Harry’s Bar Cookbook from Venice, The Russian Tea Room Cookbook from New York, and The Geo. Horn Fine Foods Cook Book from Fort Lauderdale.
Any way you look at it, it’s a recipe for a lot of work.