I just need a bit of a basement vent.
I might have mentioned that DH and I have been renovating the basement of our house since October. It's a big project that we have to tackle in two halves so that we can use one half as storage while we work on the other. We finished the first half a few weeks ago, but have been putting off moving everything back over because, quite frankly, we're enjoying the nice, empty, clean feel of the room with only the furniture we want in it.
So today I started tackling some of the boxes in the other half and seriously sorting them. Things we haven't unpacked in decades, boxes that have been toted around unopened since the mid 90's, bags that we couldn't be bothered to deal with when we moved into the house almost 5 years ago - all of it I've been sorting, honestly throwing some stuff out and packing a bunch off to goodwill. During the process, DH is going through everything say stuff like "are you really okay getting id of this?" and "but this is your thing from your childhood." and it's driving me nuts!
Yes, I had it as a child, took it down when I was thirteen because I'd outgrown the style and have toted it around from basement to storage unit to basement ever since. I'm tired of storing it in an old musty box on the off-chance that we might eventually decided we want kids and one of those hypothetical kids might want it. While I have fond memories of plenty of the stuff, the fact is that I'd rather it be used by another child somewhere who might get some enjoyment out of it than to have it cluttering up the house getting damaged and cursed at every time we have to move it.
I asked my mom the other day if she thought I was losing my mind because I just wanted to be rid of stuff and not deal with the clutter and she said it was normal and, if I'm anything like her, I'll do this again in another 10 years or so.
So what do you think: Am I crazy?
I might have mentioned that DH and I have been renovating the basement of our house since October. It's a big project that we have to tackle in two halves so that we can use one half as storage while we work on the other. We finished the first half a few weeks ago, but have been putting off moving everything back over because, quite frankly, we're enjoying the nice, empty, clean feel of the room with only the furniture we want in it.
So today I started tackling some of the boxes in the other half and seriously sorting them. Things we haven't unpacked in decades, boxes that have been toted around unopened since the mid 90's, bags that we couldn't be bothered to deal with when we moved into the house almost 5 years ago - all of it I've been sorting, honestly throwing some stuff out and packing a bunch off to goodwill. During the process, DH is going through everything say stuff like "are you really okay getting id of this?" and "but this is your thing from your childhood." and it's driving me nuts!
Yes, I had it as a child, took it down when I was thirteen because I'd outgrown the style and have toted it around from basement to storage unit to basement ever since. I'm tired of storing it in an old musty box on the off-chance that we might eventually decided we want kids and one of those hypothetical kids might want it. While I have fond memories of plenty of the stuff, the fact is that I'd rather it be used by another child somewhere who might get some enjoyment out of it than to have it cluttering up the house getting damaged and cursed at every time we have to move it.
I asked my mom the other day if she thought I was losing my mind because I just wanted to be rid of stuff and not deal with the clutter and she said it was normal and, if I'm anything like her, I'll do this again in another 10 years or so.
So what do you think: Am I crazy?