In another province, and in another time in our lives, we at first struggled with the adventurous and carefree attitude of other apartment dwellers. We were of the habit of putting down roots, staying put and accumulating stuff, while our friends would ask us "Have you found a new place yet? Are you ready for Moving Day / Fete du demanagement?"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moving_Day_(Quebec)
We were like hoarders compared to our friends and neighbours. We filled corners, shelves and closets with books, record collections, art, and all the nonsensical stuff that sticks to us whenever we wander through antique barns, flea markets and yard sales. Our spartan friends on the other hand would just give us a quizzical look and say "You're going to need a bigger truck in July." When my wife and I were finally bitten by the moving bug (and shed most of the material baggage) it became exciting settling into a new place in a new neighbourhood, followed 8 months later with the adventurous anticipation of wondering what it might be like to live on
that other street in
that other quarter of the city. What was strange though, was seeing how few yard sales there were. Friends and acquaintances would give away some bits and pieces of their lives to prepare for July 1st . "Do you like my chairs, yes? I'll give them to you, but you must take this big houseplant also." Eventually we got the hang of it, and in the last apartment we had subsisted only with basic furniture, music and books; no curtains or rugs, no wall decor or houseplants...
Years later now we've fallen out of the moving day lifestyle, and fallen into filling our home with bits and pieces of our travels and our lives...and other people's yard sales; although the last move we made 10 years ago, we arrived with just 2 antique dressers and 1 bed. No curtains or rugs, no wall decor or houseplants. Sitting here typing this I see a new member to our house of stuff, over there on the kitchen counter. M couldn't resist stopping off at one of the many yard sales and antique barns on her way home from a bike ride today. She bought a bread box. It's cute. I kinda like it. Now our loaves of bread have a bread garage. It also means that if and when we move again, we'll need to have one almighty yard sale...or we'll need to get a bigger truck.
Your yard sale sounded great Mihun. It feels good to let some things go; even better to help out a good cause. Meeting neighbours and strangers and making friendly connections is what it's all about. A shop tour was a great idea! I bet your place was the most fascinating and popular stop in town. You seriously might have to host an open house every year.