I tell you what, moving house is a salutary experience. This will be my 8th abode in 11 years, so we have downsized significantly and repeatedly. But there's still just so much STUFF!
In Don Delillo's (sp?) book White Noise I remember him doing these fantastic lists of what the main character threw out when cleaning out their attic. We've never been big buyers or hoarders (never had the inclination, never had the room) but the stuff of ordinary life is well...excessive.
I've filled five full boxes of books so far (and I haven't even started). Several large bags of outgrown kids' clothes and toys have already gone to friends. I counted 17 moisturisers a few weeks ago, cleaning out the bathroom cupboard.
The thing I'd really love to lose though is the paper. The receipts and bills and statements and letters and invoices and contracts and instructions and advices that constitute the mental confines of a modern adult life.
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