Day 19: The Hazards of Living In One Place For 16 Years

I was just looking for some earrings to wear with my Halloween costume (a zombie Joan Harris) and as I was looking, I was amazed at the junk I have. I've kept boxes from watches that no longer work, every gift bag I've ever received, and packing material just in case I move. It is amazing the things you can accumulate when you haven't moved in over a decade. At times I sit in my house and feel almost strangled by the things I own, like the walls are closing in.

I have a friend that recently sold her house and moved herself for the first time in years. In her previous relocations, a moving company was hired to get her things from the old place to the new place. When she physically laid her hands on everything she owned, she was in shocked by how much stuff she owned. One of my favorite things to do when I was a kid was packed up my whole room, move my things to the living room, rearrange my furniture, and start fresh in a "brand new" room. I'm thinking it's time to go back to a childhood favorite and pack up my house, to go room by room and lay hands on everything I own, to get rid of the things that no longer serve a purpose to me, deep clean my living space while I'm at it, and start fresh.

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