3 1/2 years ago I married a very lovely man. We moved from my house of 27 years to his. He lived there with his 3 cats. It's 3800 sq feet of cat heaven with the destroyed carpets to prove it. Interestingly, there wasn't enough space in the house for all of the "stuff" 4 people could bring (me and 3 kids), so a lot of boxes just got left in the garage. Those boxes have been a niggly in my side ever since. Sometimes it's because I *KNOW* something I'm looking for is probably out there and sometimes I just want to be a normal person and park my car in the garage.
I now have a list and getting the garage cleaned and de-cluttered is part of it. I'm happy to report that yesterday I emptied 4 boxes. It was fun! Old Mary Kay literature? Out the door. Earrings my friends bought me in Leavenworth? OMG I can't believe I found them again! Lots of fun kitchen stuff, which I still don't have room to store, but happy to be reunited with.
When my kids were young, about every 6 months we would box up toys and put them in the attic. Then we would bring down an older box and open it. It was like Christmas - toys they remembered, but hadn't played with in a long time. We got way more use out of toys and spent a whole lot less than if we had gone out and bought new items everytime they wearied of the old. Yesterday I had "boxed Christmas." I'm looking forward to more today and even better, I'm looking forward to checking it off my 101 list.
I'd better get scooting on that. The "check engine" light is coming on - it's the EGR sensor and we're going to need to pull the car into the garage to fix it.
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