20230610-1313. I’ve hoarded at home. Cardboard boxes. Plastic bags. Small trinkets. That’s about it. Most seem to be useful later on, which is the basic premise for holding on the stuff!
I have clutter for my computer desk work station. My master bedroom closet has old clothes I don’t wear and other heavy objects that I brought down from upstairs so that in the case of earthquakes the second floor won’t be burdened too much.
About two dozen plastic storage carts, containers, and furnitures that store our junk. There are three bedrooms upstairs; so there are three closets to reduce clutter of clothes that we don’t use.
Then there’s the kitchen cabinets storing supplies that I’ll probably never use, including old recipe books and food that I don’t cook but burn instead, mixing machine that I used to make birthday cakes and all sorts of dishes and cooking wares.
Then there’s the garage with my dad’s stuff and that’s something else.
I don’t know where to start. But we’ve been donating one at a time. The next one will be dad’s gasoline-powered lawn mower.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!