I’m beginning to go through boxes in hopes of de-cluttering. Really, I want to be able to find the things I’m actually looking for and feel overwhelmed when I try to look for them. I have 50+ years worth of boxes lurking in my basement. My things, my kids’ things, my mom’s things. Papers, memorabilia, and useful things.
My goal is to remove one thing from the basement a month. I will pull one thing out at the beginning of the month and then have the entire month to figure out WTF I’m going to do with it.
In this month’s box, there were a variety of things: my Samsung 5s, Ipod shuffle (2nd generation), cards/letters from my mom and kids. I found this comic that I think is from 1991. My guess is that this was when my mom was selling our family home. It was the house I was born in (literally) and loved. My heart was sad when it sold and now I recognize that I did it again with selling the house that I raised my kids in.
It’s a necessary thing, to sell one’s home, to move along. But the heart has its own agenda.
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