Steady progress

I spent most of the weekend unpacking my many belongings. Where did so many things come from? I have three words about that: my parents' attic. They may say they're sad to see me move out, but secretly they're thrilled to unload all the crap I've been hoarding in their house. Needless to say, I have thrown out ten times my weight in stuff, and relegated another eight times' worth to the Goodwill pile.

Although most of my rooms still have small pockets of stuff to be dealt with, the house has taken shape as a place with furniture arranged and things in/on said furniture. Very exciting!! I even lugged a few things up to my tiny attic. The tiny, rickety pull-down stairs and my fear of heights will motivate me to hoard less stuff up there than in my parents' walk-in attic. I hope. Of course, there's always the empty Morgan shed in the backyard.