Monday, August 11, 2008
For the past 3 years I've been caught boasting about only needing 10-15 minutes to clean the inside of this tin house. My standards aren't the highest, or lowest.
As I'm 2 months away from hitting the road again, I realize I need to do some inside house cleaning and whittling down stuff.
It amazes me, even with a concerted effort, how stuff accumulates. I could go on and on about paper--my office space runneth over. But it's more than just paper. It's electronics from gadgets gone by, brown paper bags from Trader Joe's and Whole Foods that I fail to remember to reuse, someone's (who else could we be talking about?) clothing that hasn't been touched in 3 years, ditto for shoes, and "survival" gear that is so deeply imbedded in Tillie's bowels that I'd probably die trying to get to it.
So, my publicly stated game plan is to pick a spot a week--basement, bedroom, living room, etc.--and clear it out. I need to be in a purge state of mind. After all, why carry extra weight? This may be easier than shaving pounds off my body!