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I mentioned earlier in the year that part of the reason that I was trying to clear out some of the stuff in my apartment was because my parents were sending a bunch of things back with me when I went home for Christmas. Now that I have my own place, with a decent amount of storage space, I can't use that as an excuse anymore for leaving a bunch of crap at their house.
Also, they're currently in the process of turning my old bedroom into a computer room so that they can turn the current computer room (which was the bedroom that my brother and I shared until I hit puberty and they decided to build me my own room in the basement) into a spare bedroom. For guests. Or future grandchildren. Or whatever.
So, yeah, my dad loaded several boxes of stuff into my car before I left. It doesn't help that my aunt M decided something similar. I inherited a bunch of stuff when my grandmother passed away back in 2012, and M's been keeping a lot of it in her attic. Now that I have my own place, though, apparently that means the majority of it needed to come home with me rather than staying in M's attic.
I'm slowly going through all of it, trying to figure out where to store things or if it needs to be trashed/given away and the like. (Needless to say, my grandmother's things aren't being thrown or given away, but I do have to figure out where to store them. Because some of it's things like antique tea cups that used to belong to my great-great-grandmother, and... well, it's obviously a bit fragile and needs to be stored somewhere safe. And out of sight.) I thought that I'd been doing pretty good at cleaning out things, but I think that I'm about to run out of bookshelves. And I still have another box of books to unpack.
Wish me luck?
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Also, they're currently in the process of turning my old bedroom into a computer room so that they can turn the current computer room (which was the bedroom that my brother and I shared until I hit puberty and they decided to build me my own room in the basement) into a spare bedroom. For guests. Or future grandchildren. Or whatever.
So, yeah, my dad loaded several boxes of stuff into my car before I left. It doesn't help that my aunt M decided something similar. I inherited a bunch of stuff when my grandmother passed away back in 2012, and M's been keeping a lot of it in her attic. Now that I have my own place, though, apparently that means the majority of it needed to come home with me rather than staying in M's attic.
I'm slowly going through all of it, trying to figure out where to store things or if it needs to be trashed/given away and the like. (Needless to say, my grandmother's things aren't being thrown or given away, but I do have to figure out where to store them. Because some of it's things like antique tea cups that used to belong to my great-great-grandmother, and... well, it's obviously a bit fragile and needs to be stored somewhere safe. And out of sight.) I thought that I'd been doing pretty good at cleaning out things, but I think that I'm about to run out of bookshelves. And I still have another box of books to unpack.
Wish me luck?
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