I hate to do it and I love to do it.
I have a need to put things in categories and have them all in one place.
It makes me feel better about life in general.
I think it has major psychological benefits. It's good to know where my stuff is and that I can put my hands on it if I want to.
I will evolve spiritually one day and not need half as much stuff. I promise.
For now, I am happy to weed and toss and decide what to keep and rediscover a few cool things and put other cool things in storage.
I have also mentioned that my Mom recently died.
She was a pack rat. More than a pack rat. she was a Rat King pack rat.
I have been going through her things along with my things in the basement.
It is emotional and weird.
She kept my childhood with her in her house. So I am sorting her life and my past.
I actually am surprised I am coherent.
Once you feel it's finished though, it's a good good feeling.
More on this story as it develops.
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