A long road ahead of us...

I have always been a realistic person about things that I save, things I donate or throw away. I love shows like Clean Sweep and Hoarders, with the massive amounts of chaos that others live in, which makes me welcome my ability to see things as "things" and what are cherished items. We are working our way closer and closer to the closing date on our new home. With this process of moving also comes the process of renting out our unit in the Triplex so I will have strangers in the house and I don't want it too messy for fear they will think the place/closets/storage is not enough. I've been tired and sick lately so last night we finally began packing.

Kent and I have different philosophies on stuff. He has a need for everything, a purpose that only he can see. I think of the multi-functionality of stuff, yet Kent only needs one function for something. Two years ago we went to Jazz Fest in New Orleans and my Dad rented us a limo that was decked out in beads, beer coozies (no clue how to spell) etc. When we came back home they went into Kent's closet and have stayed in the same spot for almost exactly two years. My brain instantly saw this crap, eh hem, stuff last night and thought, yes, that will go in our trash or donation pile. What must I have been thinking. Those beer condoms will be perfect for sitting out on our new deck in the summer on furniture we have yet to purchase. We started looking in kitchen drawers and I pulled out this weird ghetto beaker measuring thing that Kent bought at IKEA years before I met him. I put it in the donation pile and he saw that and was like, Woah, what are you doing! This is what I use to measure my water for oatmeal. Let me tell you something about Kent's eating habits, he eats the same thing everyday and in no sense of breakfast has Oatmeal been on the menu.

I believe the next month will be a battle of the wills and stuff. I can see the tent in our yard if Clean Sweep showed up and our keep pile is going to be enormous. I believe Kent sees this new house with 2700 square feet, compared to our 1100 we are living in as a mecca for buying and storing things. I'm welcoming the idea of not being so stuffed to the gills. His constant answer about crap I hate is that it is going in his office. His office is so small that I question how the furniture will go in there.

Oh...my TGIF for this week, maybe even this month, will be a way to see through all of Kent's collections and the reward he will receive when 1 percent of his stuff is donated or thrown out.