• Still Moving…

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  Oct 3

  And so burned out of it. I’m going through stuff that I don’t use and getting rid of it. I learned *after* I moved in that this place has no usable storage space to speak of. So, I’m purging, and it is taking longer to go through all those boxes than I thought.

  I have an issue with living in boxes. Let me tell you a true story.

  I remember when my parents moved us into our “new” house back in 1977. Before that, we lived in a trailer house, so it was a big deal that Mom would get her own sewing room, and Dad would get his own shop. And, this was their first house they purchased as a young couple.

  Mom’s sewing room was in the basement, and it consisted of her sewing machine and a 10 foot high stack of boxes. Dad’s shop had boxes lined along one wall. There were probably 50 packing boxes total. And each of them had holes in them where one of my parents, upon looking for something, peeked inside to see if there was an item they needed.

  The reason for the holes was simple: the boxes were packed from their move from California back in 1972.

  We had those boxes until Dad built his bathroom of Mom’s sewing room in 1984. I’m not kidding.

  This experience has made one thing very clear to me: I refuse to live in boxes. Because most of the time, if you have something that you keep in a box, you aren’t using it and you may as well get rid of it.

  I’ve already gotten rid of half of my books. If I want to read them again, I’ll go to the library. I’ve donated the clothing that doesn’t fit me exactly *and* make me look good. I had an extra set of dishes and large punching bag that I’m selling at a yard sale. Really, the only thing I’m attached to and I won’t get rid of is pictures. A picture is a moment in time, and that cannot ever be replaced.

  At first I didn’t like the lack of storage space that my new place has, but it has shown me how much attachment to useless crap that I’ve hauled around since forever. This place is forcing me to look at my stuff and really think “Do I love it enough and use it enough to move it somewhere else?” Often times, the answer is no, so I get rid of it.

  And I like that.

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