A conversation started on Facebook thanks to this image:
Sunday, it was time to play closet Tetris and put all the Christmas crap back in its hole in the junk room. A junk room that has been overwhelmed with piles of stuff and things from the bedroom killed by the falling tree (which we still aren't back in yet).
While placing and replacing and juxtaposing the various boxes and containers, I tripped over this box:
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This is not the box of a healthy, well-adjusted mind.
I did realize that I was going through my past lives on January 1st, which I feared might make me a typical "human"... but it was raining. And I promised to be nice to my foot... since I just went to the mountains the day before and beat the piss outta it. And all my bikes were already clean. And I didn't want to do something stupid, like wash my car.
So typical or not, it was a good thing to do.
But it did cross my mind that The Pie and I's dream to greatly downsize our lives when we become DINKs will be a bit of a challenge. I've got enough pint glasses and coffee mugs to fill a cupboard... yet I reuse my OG 6 Hours of Warrior Creek mug every single day. But what to do with the other ones?
I wondered if it would be possible to "purge" three items for every single one purchased in the future (non-consumables only to be considered). Mebbe five?
It would still take forever. Eeeeesh.
In 1989, I was able to fit all my belongings into my Oldsmobile Delta 88, including my fish, custom tiny mattress, and my bike. One trip. I was never closer to "van life" than I was right then.
I will never be that close again.