Leftovers

I have packrat tendencies.  I've managed to keep them fairly well-hidden because I've moved a lot, and when you move, things tend to get thrown away whether you want them to or not.  I remember a particularly traumatizing experience when an unexpected move meant that someone else--who meant well and whom I love dearly--got to go through my stuff and decided that I'd rather keep my stuffed animals than my box of letters, notes, and poems.  I was 13.  I didn't really want my stuffed animals.

In any case, as we plan to move into a space that some might consider small, Greg and I are determined to keep things light and as clutter-free as possible.  I've committed to parting with a few of my 20-odd boxes of books, and Greg is going to do one of his routine T-Shirt purges.

Also weighing on my mind is all the stuff we have in storage that we won't need--a microwave, a set of dishes (we're finally going to break open our wedding gifts, yay!), the list goes.  Yard sales, Craigslist, Ebay--hopefully we can dispose of things without having to throw them away.

But then there's this stuff.  Paint, plywood, drywall, an almost-whole roll of insulation.  What to do with it?  It will surely come in handy at some point in the next ten years, but it's cluttering up our basement and we haven't even moved in yet!