Do Inanimate Objects Have a Life?
I took a college course on magic and one of the books we read was The Nature of Things: The Secret Life of Inanimate Object by Lyall Watson. http://www.amazon.com/The-Nature-Things-Inanimate-Objects/dp/089281408X The book is about how we can imprint ourselves onto an object and give them life. A connection is made and if I remember correctly a lost engagement ring can be found again on a random beach and that is all I remember. I am thinking about this book as I am faced with a move. I am moving into my fiance’s one bedroom apartment. I live in a one bedroom too and I have all these things.
NYC life as a low to middle income couple we face the reality of apartment size we can afford without moving literally to another state, meaning within one subway transfer and without 80% of income going to rent. The biggest question is who’s furniture is worth keeping? Newer the better? Does it even have value? Or what about all the memories it holds?
I am faced with a small apartment filled with objects from my past: furniture my parent’s immigrated with, dishes, cups, mugs, pictures and art, then all the books. This maybe my 67th move in my 39th year of life. The number is not exact but I have lived in many states and in many home, apartments and shared other people’s homes. One day I will sit and think about all the places I lived I do know by the 6th grade my family has moved 14 times I know that is truth. Moving is part of my life, a gypsy is how my cousin described me once and I loved the sound of it.
A part of me wants to sell everything and then a part of me want to just pack everything up and put it into storage and deal with it later. The reality is I been staying at my fiance’s place everyday for the past year and living with what I have. When I return to my place where I used to go everyday to four times a week to now once a week. It is a 30 minute walk or 10 minute bike ride from where he lives. I go through the mail, dust and vacuum and then paint in the studio portion of my apartment. All the essentials are there to shower, change of clothing, shoes all the important documents a whole other life of a bachlorette.
I been living in two different worlds for the past year and its time to consolidate. It is exciting but there is also a feeling of finality to this move that weighs on me. I feel i stare at the unknown abyss of adulthood I feel decisions have to be made that I can not rewind from and start again.
My life partner, my best friend the journey he and I took is a long one though some may say we are so young. A saga from the years of high school through college, the 20’s and now the 30’s and we are just licking the shores of our 40’s together AGAIN. Now we are holding hands not like before there were times I thought I would die without him and he the same.
Patti Smith wrote a beautiful book Just Kids of her memoirs with Robert Mapplethorpe and how their love was their art and their lives. This book is full of NYC history not just the histrionics of the times but also what was happening in NYC where art, music, performance was raw. Johnny and I were not alive then but we grew up in NYC in the 90’s where it was the last decade before social media and cellphones, it was when Y2K was going to end it all. There was a feeling of abandonment of the future and the freedom to be on ecstasy, literally.
Anyway that will be another essay.
Does furniture have a life pulse? What can I do with it all? Some I will incorporate in my fiance’s place and some with be posted on craigslist.com. Some may go to the curb and other things will go to other people’s home.
I still have time and I want to take my time to feel this transition this time it sacred. Then again is it? Can I bring back some frivolity? Maybe I should do a Madame trip or its called Molly now this whole packing, organizing, moving is all good. Positive thinking is a real force, I can do it.