Why being a pack rat is a bad idea

I’m in packing mode. This means I’m in creating piles mode. One pile for discards. One pile for donations. One pile to take with me – I now have two in-air-luggage bin size suitcases full.

I do have summer clothes, winter clothes, spring clothes and autumnal clothes – not to mention casual and work. Since work is no longer an issue this means a large pile of nice clothes to a used clothing store.

Since I may come back in the winter I’m pondering – wool (court), pigskin (sheds snow/ice easily), or the hooded one (warmest)? Probably the last one. But I think the other two are already packed. Uh-oh.

An entire bin of other shoes to go to – well, whatever the closest drop off is now. I think it is at a local school. Dear god, where did they all come from? Snow boots off to former roommate who liked them.

I’m keeping one wallet, one purse, and one tote bag, a few scarves for dress or for chilly winter nights. Woolen slippers, a sweater-dress, a Pashmina shawl and I’ll be great! Note to self: discard heavy sweat pants and sweat shirts.

On the bright side, I found the car title and my social security card!

I knew military families who had movers so complete that they’d wrap dirty ashtrays with the butts right in them (out, of course).  Every time I’ve moved I’ve ended up with things I decided were detritus when I got there. I hope it is a bit less this time.


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4 Responses to Why being a pack rat is a bad idea

  1. TheCatssMeoww says:

    Being a pack rat isn’t bad but being a hoarder is.

    • I’ve moved so often I’ve determined being a pack rat is lethal to my lifestyle. 😉 My former roommate is a budding hoarder, as is her sister. Thanks for the comment. 🙂

      • TheCatssMeoww says:

        Save them! 🙂

      • Save them? The former roomie and her sister? Nope. I make a more reluctant savior than Donald Shimoda. (Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah)

        The folks I’ve met who hoard can’t cope with people so they are filled with need/greed for things. In one case she wanted a god for a partner, someone who would fulfill her every need and whim, but she could give nothing in return. It had to be all her all the time. (shrugs)

        Maybe that’s one of the reasons I periodically get rid of so much of my stuff. If it doesn’t serve a purpose, why have it? I certainly can’t take it with me when I die.

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