Crap at My Parents’ House

Having just spent six weeks at my mom’s, the house where I was born and raised – this blog “Crap At My Parents’ House” really got to me. I haven’t added anything yet, but I think it’s pretty funny. My mom’s house has so much shit in it — seriously. I look around and wonder where the hell she got all this weird furniture. And all of the odd chairs that look like they are from different eras, are indeed hand-me-downs from dead relatives. But my mom’s house is great and it’s a slow work-in-progress. At a turtle’s pace, we have re-done the entire house — and even replaced the 40-year-old carpets! She now has her dream kitchen. But she does seem to collect and keep a lot of stuff. When I was there this summer, I noticed big boxes on the side of the bed in my old bedroom, which is now her’s and the only inhabitable bedroom in the 4-bedroom house — yes, seriously.  So I decided to go through this box myself because I was sure it was going to be full of silly stuff of my mom’s — like old check books from the seventies or something like that. I was all set to call her a hoarder, when suddenly I realized that these two boxes belonged to me. My Everything from high school to my first years working in San Francisco when I had just graduated from college were in these boxes.  I spent two hours going down memory lane — and yes, I saved stupid emails from a co-worker from that first job in San Francisco. I saved passed notes from high school, programs from shows I’d been in, poorly written papers from college….Oy, I’m a loser. And what’s worse. I couldn’t bare to throw any of it away.

In the end, it was my mom who was calling me a hoarder and begging me to get rid of my stuff. I found more me upstairs…..boxes of old “reject” photos, costumes, books — so much, in fact, that I shut the door and turned off the light and wished it to go away. There’s something to be said for moving often.

2 responses to “Crap at My Parents’ House

  1. Great, great article. I can totally relate! Would love for my parents to clean out the junk, but when they tell me to go through my own boxes, I can’t seem to get rid of anything! Makes it fun to go home and relive my past…I will have some good pics to post on Crap at My Parents’ House blog.

  2. We moved last year from the West Village to Tribeca, and we’d been in that West Village apartment for 8 years! My husband made me get rid of tons of old papers — things I thought I couldn’t part with. I’m glad that threw so much stuff out because it allowed me to move into our new place with a clean slate. Still, I’m so used to going to my mom’s and having my old life there for me. It will be really hard for me to throw these things away. But we have to say to ourselves “do I need this stuff?” Just think about traveling around with a pack on….how much could we carry?

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