Viva Le Liberation!

Cheesy title, I know, but packing to move has been so liberating!

See, I inherited 99% of the crap I own. Most of it doesn't fit my tastes, but I have felt a sense of obligation to keep it, because it belonged to dead family members. (Mostly my dad.) Well, not any more. Of course I can run to the closest West Elm, Hive, or even Ikea and replace everything I own, but I can start by getting rid of a lot of the excess. Because of this, I am going to have to send a van load of stuff down to my mom and brother. I have a doll house for my nieces, furniture for my mom... just a bunch of crap that I really don't want to have to move.

The window AC was sold yesterday and I have a list of other stuff to be posted on Craigslist and freecycle.

The big stuff, so far:
Buffet and hutch - sold for what I paid for it
Treadmill - Sold for half of what I paid for it 4 years ago
Window AC - Sold for half of what I paid for it 5 years ago
Van loads of stuff to the thrift store - probably 3 or 4, mostly stuff from the garage that wasn't being used anyway

Yesterday I went through the Christmas decorations tote and one with other household decorations crap, and condensed quite a bit. There was something broken in the house tote, but mostly everything weathered the "Marty will pack it" storm well. What part of "irreplaceable custom decorative glass" makes someone want to toss something into a tote without bubble wrap and then toss it around the garage like a freakin' football??

Ahem. Anyway... Today is swapping summer for winter clothes and working on more stuff from the garage. The biggest headache is going to be the garage, so I am trying to get as much done before we actually go out there and clean it out tomorrow.

Anyway, another day in the moving saga is in front of us. I just keep telling myself that in a month it is only going to get worse, but at least I will have a whirlpool to relax in.