Perhaps a better question would be to buy or not to buy? If I’d posed that puzzler to myself oh, say, anytime over the last thirty years I wouldn’t be lost in a labyrinth of packing boxes now.
How much crap can you collect in three decades? Way too f***ing much.
Have you ever noticed that what you consider a prized possession given enough time becomes junk? Or is that just me?
We’re two weeks from D-Day and I’m still walking around the house, picking up random stuff, and asking myself if I need this in the new house?
Answer: I didn’t need it in this house.
What I buy and what I need are two totally different animals. Impulsive? Guilty. You’re talking to a woman who’s gone into a toy store with her grandchildren and come out with a stuffed animal for herself. More than once.
To be fair, I did buy the kids something too 🙂
Lesson learned, right? No cluttering up the new place. Less is more.
I wish 🙂