It’s time to tackle the storage closet.
There’s a layer of dust on the uppermost shelves; it’s been collecting there for two years now.
I keep procrastinating. I know I’ll need to discard half the contents to reclaim some storage space, and I find parting with memorabilia hard.
I rip the first box open. Photo albums: keepers. Books: I sort them into a pile to keep and a pile to donate.
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