I spent the lions share of today 3 floors underground in the storage unit belonging to none other than my ex. With my ex. It was somethinhg we should have done years or at least months ago. We had both skirted round the edges of it in the past, arguements being persuit. But the place was filled with junk. Some of it highly emotive. however it felt right now.A clensing almost and more financially sensible for him, if we can get it all purged and into a smaller unit.
It now looks much better. You can actually see the odd patch of
concrete. Rather alarming to see how much useless stuff one develops.
Uselessness. Or duplication of items. Take for example the two waste
paper bins that stared me in the face as the slider opened after I
finally relentedc and bought one last week.
Old photos, art, wedding gifts, CD-R disks that I have taken the task of deciphering, towels galore.
Looks like i’ll be getting downd dirty again Saturday as we attend to complete the task.
The plus side being that some of the remnents might be able to make my home box less boxy.
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Having just moved a friend I know how ruthless one needs to be in getting rid of the junk. By the way I presume that you have got room for a few sacks of vidios, DVDs, computer games and paperbacks? Big tip. Try not to return with more junk if delivering your own unwanted stuff to a charity shop!