I'm being forced from my childhood home because of this stinkin divorce....my parents accumulated and so did we.
I've started to pack and thus far have a pile to give away....tons of clothes--baby on up to mama, toys, books, furniture, dishes I don't like--pretty blue but heavy and not as flat as I want my plate to be, everything rolls in the middle.
I've tossed a ton of crap.... old icky pillows, a stinky rug, an old air conditioner that only makes ice and not cold air, a yucky loveseat and recliner, and oodles of papers, and basically a lot of run of the mill garbage.
There's still lots left to sort and I've got little time to do it. I'm overwhelmed...my kids are sick, my oldest has a fever of 104*, my youngest went to the dr. a couple of days ago and he said it wasn't strep...virus....I'm run down...my x is coming in to town to have my girls for spring break next week and to get his things he left here 4 years ago when he abandoned us...but no bother, he wasn't good to us any how....and I'm tryin to get into another home but not sure how things are gonna turn out....
so......there it is....time to purge. It's hard though...being that it's my childhood home an all but I can't buy out x's half of the "marital property." God give me strength.
I know things have got to get better...right? I mean, all of this...well, it's not any fun.
Some times though, I think purging will do me good.
Good luck on all of your decluttering my crazy chicken folk. Turns out that a rusty muffin pan ain't worth holdin on to.