We moved to Florida nearly nine years ago. We moved with too much stuff, we've gotten rid of a lot of stuff, and the bottom line is that we STILL have too much stuff.
Currently, the inside of our house is relatively spare and uncluttered. Darling Daughter's bedroom is a bit of an exception, but the normal teenage frou-frou crapola isn't overwhelming.
But the Stuff Monster lives in our garage, and he needs to be purged. I will readily admit that I have thought about and discussed this purge for YEARS, yet it has never happened.
However, several weeks ago, DD and I reached a momentous decision regarding our future. While we are not going to be acting on the decision tomorrow, we both agreed that one of the necessary steps toward its fruition is getting rid of the Stuff Monster in the garage once and for all. We have a pact - we are going to be ruthless.
To that end, I visited his lair this morning. It ain't pretty. In fact, I briefly retreated into the house, overwhelmed by the magnitude of the task at hand. After a quick slug of coffee, I returned to the garage, and tackled several half-opened boxes.
Within the hour, I had two filled bags ready to haul to the trash, and four broken-down boxes in the recycle bin. I also set aside several items that will never make it onto the trash truck Friday morning - they will be snarfed up with glee by someone in the neighborhood, once I place them at the curb. One man's trash...
Yes, I was feeling a bit smug after my initital encounter with the Stuff Monster. To further arm myself for future battle, I made a pit stop at Walgreen's, and purchased additional trash bags.
Tomorrow, I will venture into the Stuff Monster's lair again. His days are numbered. By the time we're through, he'll be whimpering in defeat. And we will have successfully laid the foundation for the new life we are planning.
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