Clearance

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.