Many of you have asked why + how we’re letting so many of our belongings go.
I thought I’d give you a bit of background. Many years ago, when John and I were in our 20’s, we bought a house and had full-time jobs here in PDX. We were doing the house thing, going to Home Depot thing, collecting treasures thing. In the mix of all of that John was diagnosed with Melanoma, requiring lymph nodes to be removed in order to see if the cancer spread. He was 26. Waiting for the news of whether or not the cancer cells had spread was a scary experience for us, but also something that taught us to appreciate one another and life itself. Life is precious and it can go in an instant (something I also knew from losing a parent at a young age to a car accident).
That experience taught us to reexamine our lives every once in a while to make sure we’re happy and truly Living. We realized we were content, but not Joy filled. And so we sold the house, my car, our furniture. We quit our jobs and went off for a long road/camping trip for months with our dog, Bella. We made 30K from the sale of our house, paid our student loan debt, and took the rest (10Kish) and made it last for months on the road.
We let go.
And it was the best thing ever.
Since then, we’ve let go many other times – when we moved to CA for John’s grad school, we I quit my day job, when he did the same, when we sold our last house that we renovated (we sold it to a friend which made it easier), and more.
And now we’re doing it again because we know what happens when we let go of a season of life and welcome in another. We thrive. We grow. We have experiences that expand our hearts.
For this experience, we’re also downsizing which means we couldn’t take it all with us. It has never felt better to let go of anything we couldn’t live without.
I think sometimes we have to let go, even of the things and stuff we love, so we can create room for something even more beautiful 🙂
Click here if you’re interested in reading the full story of our move.
Hi, I’m Kelly Rae Roberts! Before I picked up my first paintbrush at the age of 30, I was a medical social worker. I followed my whispers and started playing with paint, and everything changed.