|04:22 am - Blowing off the dust|
I'm sitting in my living room surrounded by boxes. A year ago, more or less, the same. Then we had just moved in; now we have just cleaned out the storage unit. If you want to be kind you can say our family has a tendency toward the pack-rat; you would be equally accurate to label it hoarding. A huge chunk of this stuff is redolent with memories, which is what really makes things hard to discard. (Some of it is redolent for other reasons, but I have a bottle of febreze around somewhere.)
It's quite a relief to have it all consolidated, though.