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I got rid of a lot of stuff when I moved.
I mean, A LOT of stuff.
The ladies at Goodwill were totally sick of me. At one point they even suggested I just jack the house up and tow it over to save myself a little time.
And yet.
And yet, I am still finding lots more stuff to get rid of as I unpack. I am getting rid of a huge, heavy mirror. A couch slipcover. A bunch of pillows. A twin size down comforter and cover. And lots of little stuff.
The hardest choice of objects to get rid of so far was a little footstool that I brought home with me after my grandfather's girlfriend passed away, since I remembered perching on it in their living room. I just never use it, zdont have a space for it, someone spilled nail polish on it, and I dont think I will ever use it. I took a moment to hold the memory close and let the object go, since it's the memory that matters. I still have some of Elaine's jewelry, so if I need an object cue I can look at it instead.
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The bathroom still has a lot of stuff in it, but now I am down to boxes which fill my plastic shelving unit (three shelves, five feet tall), one large plastic tote (it's a weird size and shape), and two rubbermaid totes (one of which will go into the closet full). I think Kelly would still be shocked if she came home today, but at least she wouldn't faint upon entering.
The closet is a total disaster. I need to pull everything out today and sort through it, but I dont want to. I think I am going to save that particular adventure for this afternoon and venture out to take my giant pile of broken down cardboard boxes to recycling, swing by the thrift store to make a donation, and take some stuff I want at school to school (since it is a weekend I can park close to my building).
Ah, moving. What a delight.
I mean, A LOT of stuff.
The ladies at Goodwill were totally sick of me. At one point they even suggested I just jack the house up and tow it over to save myself a little time.
And yet.
And yet, I am still finding lots more stuff to get rid of as I unpack. I am getting rid of a huge, heavy mirror. A couch slipcover. A bunch of pillows. A twin size down comforter and cover. And lots of little stuff.
The hardest choice of objects to get rid of so far was a little footstool that I brought home with me after my grandfather's girlfriend passed away, since I remembered perching on it in their living room. I just never use it, zdont have a space for it, someone spilled nail polish on it, and I dont think I will ever use it. I took a moment to hold the memory close and let the object go, since it's the memory that matters. I still have some of Elaine's jewelry, so if I need an object cue I can look at it instead.
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The bathroom still has a lot of stuff in it, but now I am down to boxes which fill my plastic shelving unit (three shelves, five feet tall), one large plastic tote (it's a weird size and shape), and two rubbermaid totes (one of which will go into the closet full). I think Kelly would still be shocked if she came home today, but at least she wouldn't faint upon entering.
The closet is a total disaster. I need to pull everything out today and sort through it, but I dont want to. I think I am going to save that particular adventure for this afternoon and venture out to take my giant pile of broken down cardboard boxes to recycling, swing by the thrift store to make a donation, and take some stuff I want at school to school (since it is a weekend I can park close to my building).
Ah, moving. What a delight.