This teeny tiny garbage bin represents a lot of things. Things that make me smile, and a few that make me sad. It’s what I used in my kitchen for the last 2 ½ years…until I moved a couple of weeks ago.
The short story: layoff, divorce, another layoff, underemployment, then a job I loved but wasn’t workable financially. (But I loved it so much.) Anyway, I moved into a tiny apartment that I was able to make a home, despite the fact that it was way too small for the kid and me.And the pets and all the LEGOs.
But we made it work together and, in my view, grew closer. I personally grew a lot in those 2+ years. I found myself, and was able to solidify relationships with the people who matter the most to the kid and to me. I did it by taking out the garbage daily. Literally and figuratively, as it turns out.
But we’re in a bigger, nicer place now – the result of a lot of hard work and a bit of luck. We now have space for all of our stuff, plus space to do things together. We love our new home.
Life is really good.
The kitchen garbage can is one of those that you can pull out of the cabinet – I was way too excited by its fanciness. Maybe it’s a sign that it’ll be easier to take out the bit of garbage that’s left. Because there’s always garbage.
The tiny garbage bin? It now stores cleaning supplies.
I think that’s appropriate. J