When we first moved into our house 12 years ago, I thought, “It’s huge. How will we ever fill this place up?” The easy answer to that question is simple: Just live here for 12 years.
Seriously. We’ve decided that we’d like to stress our marriage a bit more, so we decided that we’d like to do some home renovations, which include roofing over the great room and expanding the kitchen. To do that, we’re having to clean out the kitchen cabinets so we can store our stuff while the new kitchen takes shape.
And that is some seriously disheartening stuff. Not joking here. I thought we were pretty simple people. Turns out we’re just simple in the head. We’ve got souvenir cups from football teams that don’t even exist anymore. Cups from medeval recreation restaurants. Cups from vacations. Cups from cruises. And just plain everyday cups. Not to mention all the nice glasses, wine glasses, water glasses, shot glasses, margarita glasses and beer glasses.
It’s getting more than a little ridiculous.
I don’t know about you, but I have a hard time throwing stuff away because I’m always afraid I’m going to need it sometime in the future and then where will I be? Somewhere without that item I just threw away, that’s where.
Yeah, it’s silly, dudes. Especially considering that there’s stuff in the kitchen that I haven’t touched in years and then only once after several other years of disuse. (Bread machine, I’m looking at you.)
It started out funny, but it’s getting rather sickening to me. We’ve seriously got to trim down our collections of stuff. And not just the adults. I think the young dudes might be in for a rude surprise pretty soon.
But more on that later.