The First Purge

Nine bags of clothes off to the Salvation Army

You wouldn't think that packing up and giving away nine bags of clothes would be hard. But it was. Part of it was plain depressing, looking at the clothes and thinking, "Man... I used to fit into these?" Then there was a little bit of wistfulness, "Oh, I remember where I got those pants...". And of course some relief (particularly with some ratty thermal long johns), "Well, we're not going to you in Singapore."

Since we're going to need to purge before we actually start packing, we foresee many more trips to the Salvation Army and Kiwanis in our future. Clothes are one thing- thinking about furniture and kitchenware is something else. Oh, and did I mention we have a basement? A basement which has always been so useful but has now become a source of trepidation precisely because it has always been so useful. It was a place we would stow away things we didn't want to have to think about (camping gear, Sophie's "too-small" clothes, Sophie's "too-big" clothes, off-season shoes and coats, boxes and boxes and boxes which contain things I don't even remember owning anymore...)

We have about 5 weeks. Let's see this whole packing/moving business drive me completely batty.