My sister helped me clean out my closet. And by “helped” I mean she laughed at my fashion disasters, kept her judgments about my shoe collection to herself and gave me permission to get rid of old clothes that have no stains or holes.
My daughter has been sorting through her stuffed animals and toys and clothes, purging her belongings. I did not prompt her to do so and so I’m amazed at my pack-rat daughter. “Mom, I just can’t believe I had so many ugly toys!” she said.
I have a scary storage room that will need my attention, too. And closet shelves and dressers and cupboards and drawers full of the accumulation of twelve years in this house.
This is the longest stretch I’ve ever lived anywhere. My childhood years were spent in many houses, but during my school years (kindergarten to graduation), I only lived in two houses. After I was married, we managed to move every two or four years . . . until we landed here.
So, not only do we have roots, we have clutter and stuff and too many boxes of Christmas decorations.
The start of every school year feels like the start of the year to me . . . so it’s time to sort, purge, clean, organize and get ready for another year to begin.
Anyone need a Halloween costume? A lampshade without a lamp? Eighteen thousand Golden Books?