I've spent the majority of the weekend (Thursday AND Friday included) fighting my way through all the stuff. Seven bags for the local donation center (plus other larger objects) and four garbage bags later, it kind of looks like a room. Well, you can see some of the floor now at least. Still a ways to go before it's CLEAN. It's amazing how much STUFF families accumulate. And we're not even a large family or one with a house. I can't imagine if I even had more space. It keep cleaning, and yet the room never seems to get cleaner! It feels like it'll never be done. There's probably a writing analogy in there, but I'm too tired to pull it out.
Anyway, I'm now in bed trying to rest after a four-hour stint in my black hole room, but I thought I'd share some of the more interesting things I came across in my digging. You know, for kicks. (Hey, it's my blog. Deal.)
• All the brochures, receipts, and tickets from my honeymoon in Monterey.
• Old slides I developed myself in high school.
• One of my sketchbooks, sadly water damaged. Can't remember how that happened.
• My husband's school-assigned journal from 1997—seriously hilarious reading.
• Fushigi Yuugi pictures I printed out from online and LAMINATED. I believe I once had them in my high school locker.
• Pictures from my husband's Seijin No Hi (Coming of Age Day.) He turned 20 while he was living in Japan, so there he is this blond, tall dude among all these beautiful girls in kimono, ha.
• A pack of oil pastels, still good! *score*
• A quilt I really need to finish. Forgot how much I loved the fabric.
• The one and only poem I ever got for Valentine's Day, written by a mystery person and left on my door step when I was in college. Still don't know who did it.
• A fairly large spider carcass. Really, really glad it was dead already.