Why do I have all this stuff?
This week I plan to go through a few boxes taking up room at the end of the upstairs hallway. I'm tired of walking past the stack of stuff to get to the sewing room, which is the room with the closet I keep my clothes in, and is also stuffed full of boxes.
Do I really need it all?
And when we do find a home of our own... do I really want to lug all this crap into a cube van and into the house?
It amazes me that last year when I was packing up our belongings from our old house, I gave away, sold, junked, and otherwise got rid of, literally truck loads of stuff. And yet it continues to lurk.
Maybe I'm just getting better at setting priorities when it comes to material possessions...