Clutter in my attic - Continued

Anyway, with bag in hand I open the first box.  English for freshmen, binders from  junior science and magazines from a time gone by.  I have to pitch the books, not sure why they have been kept or exactly how much they did cost way back then, but they are useless now.  (Tip – If you have been out of school for less than two years, you may be able to sell your books online through one of many book resell sites to other college students searching for a more inexpensive method to meeting their college needs!)  All I am left with is two magazines and an empty box.  Because my husband will not venture into the attic on such a designated cleaning day as this – I will put the magazines back into the box, keeping the box open to condense the rest of his ‘boxed life’ storage.

I only keep his most memorable precious items such as – the prom pictures he stills keeps, the yearbooks, but the report cards from his first grade years through high school just have to go!  I have made my way through the notebooks (which had to go – used or not) and the saved newspaper clippings from his wresting years gone by (which had to be saved!). I have finally condensed this massive pile into one simple letter sized storage box.  But this box contains history – items that will be important to show the grandkids, or the kids as they continue growing about how great dad is and how much one person can accomplish in life. 

Now I have three garbage bags full of books, papers, awards, and cut up card board to try and drag down the stairs. As I am making my way down the stairs I see a boxed marked 1993 – bills paid – I quickly grab it, not even opening it and haul it to the garbage bucket as well. 

Well, that is one more space made – I wonder what will take place of those boxes. Hopefully nothing for a while anyway.

I am making my way back up those attic stairs – it is time to tackle that box of my ‘stuff’.  This time I am making my husband come up with my – giving my opinion (yes a strong one at that) at what I should keep of my own.  The decision is so much easier when it is not your own ‘things’ you are actually going through.  I agreed that I should be able to get rid of the how to parenting books finally, and he did give in to my keeping the video of the first sonogram of my oldest son, but at least he is reassuring me what is important as life goes on.  Now I have this space, this actual twelve foot by four foot space with three boxes sitting there – looks so bare! – Until I look around the rest of my attic and see the other ‘treasures’ waiting to be tackled!

Would you believe that the trash man actually took all eight bags this week!  Dejunking my house does feel good. I actually feel like I accomplished something this week. I hate to think about doing the closets but that is another story.