We have an on-going project afoot. A long term one. Room by room we are slowly but surely chucking stuff out. This does go against the grain in a lot of ways as we are both pack rats from a long line of pack rats. In my more generous moments, I put this down to coming from families who historically have spent a lot of time fleeing from other places and taking everything with them. In my less generous ones, I think we may just be slobs.
At any rate, an odd thing is happening. With the gradual removal of stuff that is, genuinely, rubbish, has also come a certain pride. It actually does feel good to walk down the stairs and not see the piles of stuff waiting to go upstairs. It feels good to see a clear hallway unencumbered by ancient cardboard boxes full of things to be taken to charity shops or to be recycled.
An old friend of ours is a de-clutterer by trade and for the first time ever, I can see the point. Cassie might be quite proud of us.