The loft has so many boxes and piles of crap in it right now that I have to weave my way through them to get across the room. Believe it or not, this is good progress.
One of them is a big box of stuff to go to charity. Another is two big trash bags that I need to take downstairs to the trash compactor. There's a big pile of cardboard to go into the recycling pile downstairs. Several are piles of stuff that I'm going to keep, but my process is to make piles of like stuff while I sort things, and then put it all away at the end.
I found an entire box of shoes in the storage room. I kept four pairs, half a dozen are in the charity box, and the rest are in the trash. The antique woodwind collection has been extracted... I'll list them all on Ebay soon. Well, all but the original oboe that got me into them in the first place.
More importantly, the area where I want to put servers has been 90% cleared out.
This is insanely difficult for me. I was raised by two generations of pack rats, and I've never learned how not to be one. On the other hand, I'm tired of looking at most of this crap, and I want it to go away. Crap as a collective is much easier to hate than individual pieces, though. Whenever I find something, I go through this mental ritual. "I can't get rid of that." "Why not? What are you going to do with it?" "I might need it someday/It has sentimental value/some other excuse." "Bullshit. You haven't even seen it in two years. Throw it out." "But what if I need it later?" "You can buy a new one." "But... but..."
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