Decluttering is hard work. For the past week and a half my amazing friend Robyn has been faithfully helping me sort through the many boxes of stuff and nonsense which have been cluttering up my house (and life!) for the past few years. Each box we've gone through has contained a particularly random collection of things which has made the whole experience a bit like opening and desecrating little time capsules. Not that it's hard to part with stuff - really its a joy. We filled something like our twelfth garbage bag today. Every time a bag leaves the house I feel a little bit lighter. This is the final hurdle. I began the Big Clean with a ruthless Freecycling effort earlier last year. I also did my best at Christmas not to welcome any new clutter into the house in the form of well meant presents. I've been giving away baby clothes and accoutrements as soon as they are no longer in regular use. What I'm left with now that the random boxes have be disassembled is a very large box of paperwork to be chucked or filed and various household items of life and leisure which have been sorted into groups of like objects but still have no permanent home. I take badly living in Scotland in a house without a basement - or a garage, the usual home of the sorts of things that clutter my hallway and line my staircase, that creep under the beds and into the nooks and crannies that pass as closets this side of the Atlantic. I'm getting there. I'm a bit amazed at how long it has taken us already, but progress has been made. I take delight in the fact that the worst 'surprises' that we have found amoungst the junk have been a melted boiled sweetie and an old (empty - phew!) pizza box. At least I can take pride in being better than those people on "How Clean Is Your House?" in the cleanliness department. It really is just junk, not filth that we're dealing with here. Big difference. It's all good ;)
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