It is so cathartic to just start tossing stuff. But then, I feel terribly guilty for having amassed it all in the first place.
I was watching Oprah the other day and there was a woman on the show who hoards things. They cleared out her home and filled a 10,000 sq. ft. storage facility with all the sellable crap she had in her 2,400 sq. ft. home. I don't ever want to be her!
Digging through my junk meant digging through my past. I still feel like I'm pretty young but after looking at all the old photos and letters that were sitting in the bottom of that pit, I feel like I just spent four hours reliving my last 30 years.
That is more exhausting than the actual cleaning.
I think that is why we hire other people to come deal with our junk. They don't have to go through the emotional purging when it isn't their own history they are sifting through.
Hopefully, Matt and I will get this house in order before Chloe is old enough to realize what a pack rat I am. I don't want her modeling after me. I want her to have a clean, crisp, uncluttered life in all respects: emotionally and physically.
