Have I ever told you that I’ve moved fourteen times? No, I’m not a military brat. My parents are just of the build a house, sell for profit, build bigger school of home ownership, so I moved around my home town several times growing up. Then several times in college. Several times since we’ve been married. Every time we’ve moved, I’ve gotten rid of crap. When we moved into our current house after two years of living with my in laws to save for a down payment during grad school, we got rid of two CAR SIZED PILES of junk. Then there was a bunch that was kept because everything we owned had been in storage for years, and we weren’t sure what we’d use or not.
Every year I get rid of some stuff, but I confess that I have not done a really good, top to bottom, BE BRUTAL and RELENTLESS clean out since we moved in.
Well by God, I’m doing it now. It started with my desk. Since I’m selling it, I needed to clean it out. I got rid of 3 boxes of floppy disks that had my old work on them. I haven’t had a computer that could read them in at least seven years and I’d forgotten the passwords for almost all of the files anyway. Tossed a crap ton of notebooks with old ideas scribbled in them from years and years ago. This week I hauled 4 years’ worth of bills and 15 years’ worth of bank statements to work and shredded them in our industrial shredder. I threw away dead pens, weird nicknacks, broken things, and a zillion other things. I put FOUR BIG BAGS of garbage at the street for trash day on Thursday. I’ve got a big box of books and VHS tapes going to the library to be donated. I had already cleaned out clothes and donated those earlier in the spring, but there still remains under the beds. And I’m going to tackle all those toiletries, expired meds, and cleaning supplies in the bathroom that haven’t been used in who knows how long. Doesn’t matter if that bottle of body spray is still mostly full. I’m not using it (and it’s probably turned to something noxious by now anyway)…it’s GOING. All the stupid nicknacky crap I didn’t much like anyway…DONATED.
It’s like I’ve got about three years’ worth of spring cleaning urges built up and they’re finally spewing forth.
If we’re staying in this house (and even if we’re not), then by God, I’m making some more ROOM where room can be MADE. I’m not going to continue to clutter up my life and warehouse stuff that I don’t want, need, or use. There’s a shocking amount of it.
This kind of cleaning is often hard to do. We are socialized that things shouldn’t be wasted or we might use it. Well, if we haven’t touched it or remembered it in the five years we’ve been in this house, then obviously we won’t use it. A few of the things can be sold, and if they’re worth more than $20, then I’ll take the trouble. Otherwise, I’d rather donate it for a tax deduction just to GET IT OUT OF THE HOUSE. Either that or FREECYCLE that mofo! The desk may wind up going that way if there are no bites at $50, just to get it out of the way. The home gym…well no, that thing was $400 new, and it’s in like new but dusty condition, so not giving it away, but still.
Hubby’s starting to give me that worried look that means I’m edging into scary, neurotic territory again, but at least it means we’re simplifying our lives, right?