Moving on....
I cried. I purged the apt. I drank coffee. And now I feel better.
There's nothing like unloading 10 bags of garbage out of your life.
There's nothing like unloading 10 bags of garbage out of your life.
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Yeah, I have apartment bulimia too.
Oh, for the love of storage!
"apt. bulimia"- heh.
me too. I live in a converted mansion (don't I sound so fancy?) that was built in 1870. back in the day, apparently they only had 3 outfits and by the size of my linen closets, the towels were the size of a washcloth. Then it was used as a convent which makes even more sense(not exactly a material driven lot). During last year's blizzard, I got bored and took pics - I shoud post them. The closets would make you weep.
Fortunately, I lve w/ someone who is NOT a packrat, and has taught me a certain "feng shui" approach.
I'm always dontating to goodwill and reorganizing when I start to feel like everythign is closing in on me (usually signalled by my swearing when all the shit falls out of the closet).
Ah yes....i have kamikaze tupperware myself.
A converted mansion, eh? Wow. I live in a converted shit-hole.
Oh wait....it hasn't been converted yet.
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