about 13 years ago, i had to do this when my mom was widowed and moving to a much smaller home. she'd lived in our house for over 20 years and i swear to pete never thrown away anything. it was a NIGHTMARE having her hover over me, telling me she might need "that" "someday". classic hoarding. i only had 5 days to clean out, pack and move her. i finally had to banish her and make her go do other stuff.
Originally Posted by OneDeltaTenTango
it filled TWO dumpsters and she still had more stuff to move than a sane person should, plus made me take stuff for which i had no use, but held sentimental value for her. at the time i was living in a 3-bedroom house so it all fit. when i moved to a loft with almost no storage i went mad with clearing out, giving almost everything away. it felt awesome and so empowering.
a few years later, she lost her marbles and her home. 90% of that s**t went into storage. she couldn't pay the monthly rent and it was eventually sold at auction. POOF!
my b/f teases me constantly about how maniacal i am about reducing clutter and keeping "stuff" to a minimum. both my mom and her mom were hoarders. your stuff winds up owning you. no thanks.
eta: i had a great uncle whom nobody had heard from for awhile and people got nervous. called the police, who had to call the fire department to axe their way into his nightmare hoard of stacks of papers and magazine and just STUFF. he'd been dead several days and it took the cops quite some time to find the body in the warren of belongings. <<shudder>>
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As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.
– Ernest Hemingway