It’s been a long time coming, but I finally ordered a dumpster to get rid of the junk that has been accumulating in my house over the past 30-40 years. Lots of guys have come and gone through here—including me a couple of times—and nearly every one of them left something behind; a broken recliner here, an old broken down television stand there, and I just couldn’t take it anymore.
Several guys helped me and it took us close to three hours to get rid of about 80-90% of the stuff in the basement. I can’t tell you how good it felt to finally be rid of it all. I held on to several items that hold sentimental value, but when I was in doubt, I dumped it. It wasn’t as painful as I thought it would be.
I’m always afraid of throwing things away that I wished I hadn’t. I still feel that way to a lesser degree, but I feel less affinity toward the past than I used to. I want to remember the past, but I don’t want to live there. This felt like a giant step in the right direction.
