When I broke up with my long term boyfriend and my home turned into a shared flat out of necessity, these beautiful things were each sacrificed in some way shape or form. The dresser gained a cigarette burn, the coffee table had to be replaced. The dining chairs fell victim to drunken falls and the plates were chipped by rushed flatmates taking their turn to help wash up.
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Now, as we prepare to leave the country for 4 months, many of these things find themselves redundant. The value of keeping them is less than the cost of storing them. We will keep a lot of things - our lounge suite stays, as does the dining table and bookcase. Our books, DVDs and Cd's have been halved, some packed, some given away, some sold. The coffee table left to us by a builder flatmate moving for work some 3 years ago, is going to yet another home. The TV cabinet I had custom made to fit my TV and Home Theatre - the first piece of furniture I ever bought - sold for only $10, the appliances it was made for gone long before it.
As much as it is sad watching 5 years of collecting walk out the door one item at a time, the value of these purchases is also bought to question. A buffet cabinet, once used to hold a tank for my two turtles, themselves long gone, sold for $300 5 years after it's purchase for $650. The $10 income from the aforementioned TV cabinet however, didn't come near it's $450 purchase price.
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When I get back from Europe, I think I will be slower to spend money. I shop by impulse and I also always have projects on the go. The paint rollers are from repainting my old bedroom, and I keep them 'just incase', even though I last used them 4 years ago. No more. Out they go. When I get back, will I be so quick to spend, when I have now seen the true value of an item, even new and unused, once it leaves the store shelves? What do I need with all of these things?
I am not a hoarder by any means, I regularly clean out my drawers and cupboards and I thoroughly enjoy it. This collection is a product of projects, not only of myself but of 5 years of flatmates in a 4 bedroom house. And it's worth nothing to anyone but me. I am genuinely saddened to see my things go. Once excited by the potential of a ruthless mega-clean out, I feel a little more empty as my home becomes a shell.