I am a reformed pack rat. And that means, I no longer keep stuff, but I am still in the process of throwing it all away. We're getting a dumpster tomorrow, and I should be able to fill that in short order.
I was cured by having to help my Dad clear out his house, so he could move to a condo. After my mother passed away, we started, and filled three dumpsters in about three months. That took care of about 4 tons of stuff. Then we took about 16 big garbage bags of clothes to donate to charity. And probably about 1000 books to a used book store. An entire car load of magazines to recycling. 4 huge garbage bags of yarn donated to a church group who knit stuff for overseas missions. And we still needed another dumpster, two trucks from 1-800-got-junk and a full truckload of stuff went off to St. Vincent de Paul. And still, after he moved, he has more to dispose of. He called me the other day, he went through his closet, and pulled out 21 cotton dress shirts that he doesn't need. Leaving him with at least 2 dozen still hanging in the closet.
There just isn't any reason to keep all that stuff. I have complete sets of dishes I am giving to people who have just started out in life. I have clothes and household goods for charity. I am throwing away the old, mismatched stoneware mugs, that are cracked and chipped. The memory is still there, and the mug is just clutter. I am tossing the dried flower arrangements - I can get new, fresh, not dusty ones to replace them if I ever want to.
It's an illness, not being able to let go of stuff. And what on earth will I ever do with all of this. I can't wait for the dumpster.