Deep cleaning

If I had a “party“, would you come and help?

I live in a home that is at least twice the size I need it to be, if not more. And there is stuff in each corner of that space. I’ve done so much purging the last 3 years. It’s exhausting. It feels as though I’ve done nothing.

If I had a Purge Party, would you come and get dirty? Take your allergy meds? Sort my shit into donation, trash, recycle? Recognize the things that go in a bin to be memorialized? Objects to break and burn?

Would you help carry the physically heavy things into a truck for me? Would you carry the things that are emotionally heavy for me?

Would you vacuum behind me? Dust my shelves? Organize drawers and closets and ask, “Do you really need that any longer?“

Would you feed me, refill my water? Check in that I was ok? Walk around the block because I opened a box and completely broke down?

Would you refuse payment, instead eat a meal and drink some whisky and say, “this is what friends do,” smile, and get back to it?

And laugh? Would you laugh with me? Make this event into a wonderfully memorable day burning bright and loving memories into my brain? Tell stories of our friendship, embarrassments, and triumphs?

Would you call the next day and say it was exhausting and lovely and so glad you could be there for me? I’d like that too.

So uh, when can you come by?