What A House Accumulates Throughout Time

Moving day is getting closer. Thus begins the process of going through one's entire life contents that has been stuffed, mushed and squirreled away for God only knows how long. Clearly Matt and I realize that some purging needed to take place; however, it is not always so easy to decide which of your belongings to up-chuck and which to hoard for just a bit longer. This becomes even more true when it comes to "important grown up papers." I fully look forward to the day when the only type of paper that I ever receive is of the bright and shiny variety that hugs exciting gifts. Electronic documents are far more superior to their not so eco-friendly counter parts. Matt will be pleased that there is one piece of technology that I favor more than the original. Although I still contend that a VCR will always be infinitely better than any DVD, BlueRay, blah-blah-blah-whatever device. The VCR never skipped, never stopped and certainly was never rendered null and void due to a scratched DVD.

This is what I found in my house and consequently found out about myself.

1. There is absolutely no need to keep 5 purses that I have absolutely no intention of ever using again. I have come to the realization that they are not pets, which really would not have stopped me from getting rid of them if they began to annoy me too much, and after a minimum of at least three years of ownership, I have surely gotten my money's worth. Good bye Dooney and Coach bags.
2. I am a folder and binder hoarder. Yes, they are my hoarding item of choice. I found folders and binders, some with papers and some without, from my freshman year of college. They were all chucked, except for my binder from my freshman year of high school; my Leggett binder. If you did not attend Cibola circa the early 2000's and possibly late 90's, then you have no clue about the significance of this binder. Let me put it this way, that binder was like the Holy Grail of freshman English, and I had an equally if not more difficult of a time hunting that baby down than Indiana Jones did himself. No, I do not consult it regularly, but it seems sacrilegious to throw it away. I think it will be included in my will.
3. I have always saved Christmas cards and extra pictures because it felt a bit strange throwing them away. When somebody sends you a photo Christmas card, does that person intend for you to keep it forever? I realize that I have still yet to send out this years Christmas card's, or I guess last year's now, but I completely fool myself into believing that whomever I send these cards to will surely keep them forever. I even thought that perhaps I should start a scrapbook of other people's cards, but I am pretty sure that idea would push Matt to break his "no drinking while Corey is knocked up vow." In the trash they go.
4. Pillows, blankets and curtains, oh my! I form attachments to them. I know, its weird. I have my comforters, throw pillows and regular pillows from when I was in high school and maybe even before that. I realize that at no point will Matt ever say, "You know what our bedroom is missing? Your pink and green antique looking bedspread!" It still feels wrong to part with them, even if we donate them. I realize that sounds selfish; however, clearly I am not well when it comes to making rational decisions about these types of inanimate objects.
5. Old clothes are one of the few types of household accumulations that I have absolutely no problem parting with. Ever since I was a child, I have looked forward to purging my closet. I have always thought that the more room I made, the more room I had to fill with pretty, new ensembles.

Ta ta for now! The big ultra sound is just days away.