Got Junk?

I go to my parents’ house and there are 2 guest-bedrooms, in a house I have never lived in. In fact, their last four or five houses I have never lived in. There is hardly a ‘closet full of my junk’, much less my own bedroom. Yet, it is still home. It’s the same furniture – well at least the furniture that the movers haven’t crushed beyond recognition – the same pictures – the same smell – but no, well at least not much, ‘junk’. My mom still finds things once in awhile to send home with me but it is nothing compared to what has now collected at my house of my husband’s.

I have been in our house for five years and somehow my basement is starting to accumulate enough junk that we can officially wade through it. I think it’s time to move! Then of course I would have to weed through everything, throw away things I know I will never use. What would I keep? What would I throw away? Do I really still need my “baby’s” high chair? What in the world am I going to do with the box of scrap material from a quilt I started over ten years ago? I am glad I don’t have to make those decisions right now… but I tell you it would be much easier for me, a brat, than it would be my husband!