What I’ve accomplished, limited, nevertheless, I filled a garbage bag. One bathroom, purged of extraneous things.
A plastic shoebox, filled with expired medications, is empty. I kept a few containers - just in case. . .
I’ve donated another shoebox full of old prescription eyeglasses. I kept two pairs - just in case. . .
The collections of sample-size lotions, shampoos, and conditioners, brought home as mementos of wonderful vacations, the complimentary toothbrushes, and the unused disposable razors, tossed. I kept a backup or two - just in case. . .
In case of what? What if I run out of supplies and need to return to a stash that is no longer available? I’m relieved to pare down, but will that be followed by regret?
Moving on, to the dresser, did not lead to moving anything out of the house. I know I have more socks than I will ever wear. Decisions, decisions. Since none of these things take up much space, I left them in the drawers.
I’d be happier if I was further along in the downsizing process. It’s just too hard to part with some things.
In a closet, I found a box of travel doodads, which forced me to take a second look at a butane powered hair curling iron and travel alarm clocks, none of which has seen the inside of a suitcase in many years. What do I do with the 220 volt fan that was a necessity before Europe found air-conditioning? Or the dual voltage travel iron or the set of strap-on luggage wheels? Why do I have so many luggage tags, suitcase locks, shower caps, travel-size tubes of toothpaste, etc. What should I keep? What should I toss?
Having written this, I’m heading back to re-visit the dresser. It’s time to remove some more items, if not to the garbage, then at least to a box that I will label and store. If I don’t access that box in the next six months, the box is going out of my house permanently.
Personal connections to items and items that could be of use in the future are the sticking points for me. And I haven’t even gone through an entire room yet!