You ever hear the phrase “Everything must go”? How about “Act Now!”? Good phrases. They emphasize a sense of urgency. People hear these phrases and some take action, others ignore. What happens to your furniture when you have to relocate to a MUCH smaller space? Well..everyting goes…

 

Tonight’s blog is more of the behind the scenes of a move.  I think at some point we’ve all experienced it.  The hesitation, the fear, the panic and the faint hint of profitability from selling your wears.  Not sure as to the selling of such things as used dishes or old VHS tapes?  You’ve got a friend in your favorite donation area of your building.  If you’re moving from a house, you can have a tag sale.  However, mid winter is not the kindest to your needs as amateur retail associates.  If you live in an apartment complex you might try your hand with craigslist or ebay (Though all I seem to have gotten are scam offers through craigslist and ebay’s listing prices are ridiculous).

 

The items that didn’t sell (nearly all of them) were put up as free for anyone to take.  Still don’t think leaving a bag of fireworks on the table with a building full of kids was a good idea…..(it’s a joke people….relax).  Someone took an entire encyclopedia set I had since 1993.  Think it still refers to Michael Jordan as an up an comer in this game called “Hoops”.

 

This next part gets me all choked up.  I h…I ha…I had to GIVE AWAY a regulation pool table.  Huge.  9ft.  Little wear on the bumpers from play.  It was the highlight of my first years living in the Artspace Apartments in Downtown Bridgeport.  It was staple.  It went to a good home.  It sucked but it had to be done.  Learned that anything “free” will always move.

 

But I still had a ton of furniture.  What I didn’t already take or was already claimed, my brother chopped to bits.  Chopping into chairs with an ax, cutting apart a pullout sofa with the precision of a surgeon.  There was nothing in that apartment that could ever hope to remain whole.  If it didn’t have a home to go to, then next stop was the hellish afterlife for all trash known as the dumpster.  Occasionally I’d catch glimpses of my brother welding the ax with the fury of a mad man.  It was a sight to behold.
When the dust settled, we were left with a much emptier apartment than previous.  It’s one of those things that make you look back.  Say things like, “I remember when” or think of moments by yourself in a place you’ve called home for nearly six years.  Things you’ll miss.  But as they say–

 

Everything must go.

David Amorando is the creator of the hit webcomic Lightning Man.  The Relocation adventure concludes  next week!