So . . . I was kind of chuckling to myself this morning. In moving in before our house was totally done, we are living with a few things we normally wouldnt have. But it is fun and fine just funny. We still have various contractors wandering in and out. Inspectors as well. We have a pile of drills, nails, screws, light bulbs, and various other tool type items on one part of my kitchen counter. I still am using my levels and stud finder as I put up towel hooks, and various other finishing touch type things. It has been fine and funny.
I have a huge stack of boxes now out of the container which are in my guest room that I am slowly going thru. My purging has been pretty brutal so far and will continue to be. I have no intention of storing stuff I dont need. It is kind of a nice feeling to be sorting. The things you find when unpacking is always interesting though and you wonder "why??" Yesterday, I opened a box up which I must have gotten from my Mom in May. Logical that I had it but weird. It was a box of my Dad's trip memorobila from visiting Mongolia. I so wanted to call him up and chat about the stuff in there. These stab wounds of greif are interesting to process.
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