Where Did All This Stuff Come From?

One advantage (or disadvantage) there is to living in a house owned by relatives is that your move to a new house can be spread over more than one day.  I say it's an advantage because there's less stress, but it's also a disadvantage because sometimes the motivation to keep moving your crap out wanes.  I take that back about the stress; you don't want to piss off your generous relatives so there's stress about that.

I think David had finished moving all of our stuff out of the old house.  At least I hope he's finished because there is so much crap in our new house that the kitchen island is covered with stuff.  I have no idea where we're going to put this stuff and I am sure that most of it will end up in the garbage, but just looking at it I have no idea where to start.

I've been taking the train into work for the past couple of days instead of working from home.  I'm not trying to avoid sorting through the crap that has followed me, but instead have things to do where I need to meet with other people.  After the first day in the office it wasn't hard to figure out the personalities and the group dynamics of the practice I am in.  And no matter what your personality or what your role in the group is, we all agree on the same thing.  Moving stinks and you should throw away things you don't use or need.  According to one of my cohorts, "If you're not going to die with it, then don't buy it 'cuz ya don't need it!"  Well said.

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[Mary Anne]

I'm a minimalist. People who walk in my house ask me where the hecks my stuff. I don't buy anything. Just stuff we need: food, clothes, the internet. Oh yes and water. So I have all this extra real estate in my house. Which explains the white-clean look on my blog.

Less clutter in the house = less clutter on the brain.