Boxed Out

Its been a busy couple of days here and so the blog has been neglected again but I have a good excuse this time.  About a month ago, we decided that it would be best for Gary to go back to Minnesota to pick up our boxes of personal belongings.  When he left Minnesota in April, he had our personal stuff pretty much boxed up but he left it all there.  When he came back to Florida in April there were just too many boxes to fit in his carryon. So he had to make a special trip back to MN to get the stuff.  He left MN last Sunday morning and got back here the next day at midnite.  1825 miles.  


All the while we were living here in Florida, we got along just fine without any of that stuff.  Its amazing what you can live without. I don't know the last time I needed a pair of mittens or wanted to watch a videotape or go thru my high school yearbook.  

So when it all got unloaded, I wanted to cry, I just didn't know where to start, the boxes were multiplying, they were everywhere, we had to crawl over them to get in the house, the garage was full, and our house was already full of stuff.  So I thought the best thing I could do is lay down and take a nap, maybe we would be robbed.  Maybe the dogs would chew everything up and then throwing stuff out would be easy.  But no, I can never catch a break.

Box by box, photo by photo, underpant by underpant, until we finally could get thru the house again.  It was overwhelming and now we just have to rent another truck to get all the boxes of stuff we don't want to Goodwill.  To think all those mittens and stocking caps and parkas might keep an alligator warm.

Some emptied boxes ready to be thrown out. 

Its been 9 years since we last moved so it is not a lifetime of things, we threw things out or sold them or gave them away the last time we moved.  It just makes you wonder why you need all this stuff and even if you did need the stuff you have you probably can't find it. I have new respect for hoarders.  I just don't want to be one.  Margaret