When you're packing up (and throwing out) 40+ years' worth of stuff and memories. My mother was a "keeper" and I have dutifully followed in her footsteps. Every scrap of paper I saved, every child's toy, every Sunday church bulletin ... every single item in my house, garage, and closets has evoked a powerful memory. And smiles and tears. The saddest thing is, I'm the only one who treasures these memories. My family just sees "stuff". Stuff that has no reason to exist except to take up space.
Since I posted last I have emptied out the garage (98%, anyway), four closets, and both kids' bedrooms. I've saved some things, but I've thrown away a whole lot more. I've taken photos of a lot of things and then cried bitterly as I tossed them into the dumpster that we rented. I've done this by myself because it was something I needed to do. I don't ever want to be able to accuse anyone of throwing away my things. It needed to be my doing, and I needed to have some closure when I did it.
I have miles to go before we move in two weeks, but it will be done. It has to be.
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I am so proud of you. I have yet to throw out the clutter in my life :)
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