I'm a bit of a pack rat, but fortunately the stress and general fed-upness of moving overpowers my hoardng tendencies. My art and photographs never get thrown away, and I'm reluctant to cull books down in any significant manner. But pretty much everything else that's not expensive furniture is subject to a "Fuck it! I can live without it at the new place!" reaction once I've spent enough hours putting stuff in boxes. The trash dumpster at my last apartment looked like a tornado had touched down the weekend I left.

...I would kill your boyfriend, Teppy. Seriously, OMG, WTFBBQ. Could not deal.

I try to not even look at the spare bedroom (which is not easy in a 900-square-foot house, but I have amazing powers of denial).

The trash dumpster at my last apartment looked like a tornado had touched down the weekend I left.

Ha! When I moved (after 7 years at my apt. complex), the trash dumpsters were COMICAL. Plus there was an unspoken tradition of putting usable items that you were willing to give away -- no broken crap -- in the building's laundry room. I put a tiny TV, old but working microwave, TV cart, many large planters, and some other stuff down there. I should have put more down there.

Urg. I need to continue proofreading and get off the computer for a while. Stupid need to earn a paycheck!

Tep, is is possible to arrange the offce furniture to serve as a faux dressing room? Drawers are drawers and tall file cabinets can have clothes rods strung between them. The Boy is handy, isn't he? It could be a project!

Tep, is is possible to arrange the offce furniture to serve as a faux dressing room? Drawers are drawers and tall file cabinets can have clothes rods strung between them.

That was actually part of the plan -- a large, wide cabinet was going to be shoe/boot storage, and then other clothes could go in the other drawers, etc. The problem is getting a machete and hacking our way (okay, metaphorically) into the back of the room. Frankly, a few things must get ditched. It's just a square-footage issue. But if that ever happened, it would be much easier to arrange.

The Boy is handy, isn't he? It could be a project!

Ah, projects + ADD = glacial progress. Hoarding + ADD = OMFG.

Clutter stresses me out. Throwing things out of my life is like therapy.

I've gotten good about culling the stuff that comes in and doesn't need to stay. It's just the stuff that's already HERE that makes me crazy. It's stuff that I used to go through every couple of years, but there was a run of years of not dealing early on and....And then there is stuff I want to use but don't have a place for yet (handmade quilt that will go somewhere the cats can't get to, but is not possible in this apartment.) .

I have too much crap for sure. And the wrong storage pieces. Meh.

I will say, my building is great for getting rid of stuff - people often put stuff in the lobby, and people take most of it like immediately. I mean, I put a mostly-broken TV/VCR down there, and it was gone in a couple of hours.

Heh. Even immigrant Mexican laborers who were gutting the apartment across the hall didn't want the two TVs I was offering for free.

I don't mean to be prickly about this, Tep, but I just have to add that it does actually depend on the form of ADD and the individual personality. Not everyone with ADD makes glacial progress on projects and such. ( I know you didn't mean to imply it did, but it was beginning to feel like ADD is a complete curse to everyone around, and it can actually be a good thing sometimes, too.) I do totally get the frustration with The Boy, though. I don't think I could deal.

Happy Birthday, Laura!!!

I hate ironing.