My possessions are causing me suspicion but there's no proof.
I own a bunch of useless crap, and I am a world-reknowned pack rat. I think it might be time to go through all of my things without sentimentality or nostalgia and toss what I no longer need.
A prime example: I have an interest in real estate. Always have. However, nothing is gained from keeping 10-year-old Unique Homes magazines lying around. I even found real estate listings from when my parents lived in Lake Tahoe in the late 90s. Those will all be tossed.
I should also go through some of my other things with a keener eye toward organization. It makes no sense keeping books I've already read on display on a shelf in a my room. I have an attic that's about the same size as the whole apartment. So, I think some of my books will find a new home soon.
As for clothes, I have so many shirts and things that have tell tale signs of cat ownership, that being cat claw holes (stoopid cats). I'm most likely never going to wear those again, so I think it's time for them to go.
It occurs to me I said pretty much the same thing in the summer. Heh. I wonder how much of this I'll get accomplished this time!
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