We still have boxes in our (very small) basement which have never been unpacked. I have a sneaking suspicion we don't need whatever is in those boxes.
Being a wannabe minimalist at heart, I promised myself that this would be the winter I get rid of that crappy old couch with the hole in seat through which you can stick your entire leg to touch the floor, those boxes of what I believe are opened 10+ year old tubes of caulking, and all those cases of empty wine and beer bottles from when we used to make our own, back in the old house. I am fully immersed in Getting Rid of Shit mode.
Anybody want an aquarium, a deep-fryer, several bags of wallpaper ends that were in the house when we bought it but we no longer have the wallpaper up, or a huge bag of cds which we are now ashamed we ever bought?
Just say the word.
Now that my back is once again functional (over 4 days since my last dosage of painkiller - woot!), the clutter in the basement is starting to call to me to put it out of its misery. This morning I made a run to the bottle depot where I received $13.50 for several boxes of wine bottles. And there's lots more where that came from.
It's nice to have a feeling of control over my health and my body again, and now I am taking control of my surroundings. There may be casualties along the way, but ultimately the liberation of the basement from a place where crap goes to die, into a functional space, will be worth any collateral damage.
A New Name for Everything - the Weakerthans
What sort of relationship do you have with the detritus in your life?