The current tally of junk:

[bladespark]

(And what's really scary about this list is that this is the result of being relatively ruthless with what I threw away. It could have been a LOT worse. We took an entire car load, stuffed so full I had things on my lap, to the thrift store to donate.)

7 large tubs
2 little tubs
1 file box
1 organizer cabinet
1 small organizer box
2 wooden chests
3 suitcases
1 laundry basket filled with random stuff
2 big tackleboxes that didn't fit anywhere else
1 backpack
1 jumbo art portfolio
1 regular art portfoio
14 large boxes of fabric
I have no idea how many boxes of books. Lots. (They're little boxes, but stacked, they're taking up roughly a 2' X 2' X 4' cube.)
1 dufflebag
3 boxes of media and electronics (one of which isn't full yet, because my laptop is going in there.)
4 boxes of figurines and toys.
3 boxes of, er... stuff.
1 bookshelf, dissasembled (I did that all by my little self!)
1 bed, with box and mattress.
1 nightstand
1 dresser, almost forgot the dresser
Odds and ends that won't go in a box (giant tiger plush, big sketchboard, swords, sekrit plot elements, etc.)

That's everything I own in the world there. Well, except the trophies, the dolls, and a few ceramic pieces. I have no use for them and don't really want them, and yet absolutely cannot bear to throw them away. (Mind you, the dolls are on this list almost entirely because they were gifts from various people, some of whom are now departed, and so are nostalgic, and I think my mom would cry if I tossed them all. I'm not actually personally fond of any of 'em, I prefer stuffed animals.)

Oh, and one plotted plant. I'm not sure how the heck I'm going to manage moving that, but it's an aloe vera, so at least the move won't kill it. This is it's fourth or fifth house now, and it's been mostly under my care since sometime around 1995, and is still alive. That means it's totally unkillable.

Comments

[gizmo-freak.livejournal.com]

*whistles lowly* Good luck and good job at being able to let go of things. :)

[lightgreendryad.livejournal.com]

So leave the dolls at your parents' house. Or give them to a sister.

[bladespark.livejournal.com]

That is, indeed the plan. They are staying in my parents' basement.

[lightgreendryad.livejournal.com]

And, by the way, I remembered the feathers and the pillow while walking in front of University Village. sigh. Do you wanna leave them out for me to pick up (...sometime) or do you have a second pile of stuff going to the DI? Either way...

[bladespark.livejournal.com]

Pillow? I have that towel you wanted, but I don't recall a pillow. And really it's up to you. We will be making another DI trip, but if you want to come up this way, I can leave them for you.

[lightgreendryad.livejournal.com]

Towel. Towel. I meant towel. I guess my fingers and my brain consider towels and pillows to be synonymous. Sheesh.

No, just take the stuff with you on your next trip to the DI. I don't want it THAT badly.

[moltare.livejournal.com]

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