This is a tale I'm all too familiar with. I spent almost 7 consecutive hours going through my belongings today (because my poor car decided to put up a fight and cost me my power steering, a lot of fluid, and some very unhealthy noises on my way to work today. Good thing I didn't even really make it out of the neighborhood, and that a car place is in said "almost out o the neighborhood".) But only the belongings that were at college, and only the things at college that managed to make it home with me. (a pile still lurks beneath my sister's staircase.) And after all of that, I only managed to throw out one bag of trash, two boxes, and have one half-filled box of things to donate away.
Someday, I'd like to go through my section of the basement that contains the remainder of my possessions. Except it might take the rest of my life.
Moral(s ... because we like optional endings) of the story:
1. if you can't immediately imagine where you're going to keep it, DON'T BUY IT.
2. Don't be afraid of holding bon-fires.
3. sentimental objects are only sentimental if you remember about them.
4. Moving piles to different piles doesn't really change the volume of your piles.
Word of the Day: behemoth \bih-HEE-muth\ noun; 1. Any creature or thing of monstrous size or power
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