Boxes

I love the feeling of organizing. It's what makes the work of unpacking fun for me.

As a child, I was a natural born pack rat. My mom could you tell you stories of what she would find in my closet, under my bed, or under my dressers. I could never throw anything away, especially if there was a memory that went along with it. For example, when I was in grade school my sister had bought me a snicker's candy bar at the concession stands during a basketball game. That unexpected act of thoughtfulness meant so much to me I could never throw away the candy wrapper.

I've changed a lot in my adult years. I am no longer a pack rat. I love to clear out, clean out, and organize.

One thing hasn't changed for me though and that is my emotional attachment to silly items that hold a memory for me. But my desire for a simple life keeps my pack rat ways controlled and find creative solutions so my memories are not cluttering the closets, literally.

I now take pictures of the items and scrapbook the story into an album. Then I can discard the item, and all my memories are carefully stored away in a scrapbook that sits on my bookcase. It's a much better way than storing the item in a cardboard box that has no purpose.

I love this quote:

"We don't really need much stuff. More stuff means more work, more chaos, and more stress" - Christina Logsdon