The goal of minimizing our collective "stuff" to only things we love and use has been liberating. Granted, some of the items remaining are being stored for our children. One day those things will go back to them, but until then I have a responsibility to store them.
I was ruthless with the rest of it and completely stuffed my car with items to donate, filled the back of the truck with items to trash and brought the items to keep into the basement for further sorting/purging. There are still multiple containers of the out of control numbers of Snowbabies Christmas ornaments that need to go away. My boys' idea of how to dispose of them involves hanging them in the pine tree and doing a little target practice. I'm not on board with that plan. Not sure yet how I want to dispose of them..."collectibles", in reality, translates most of the time to be: "items you spend a lot of money on that NOBODY wants a few years later." Seriously, I can't give these suckers away!
As of last night, all of the boxes in the basement (that are not storing other people's treasures) have been unpacked, put away and purged from. You may want to sit down for this, but I even got rid of several knitting books, 3+ years of knitting/spinning magazines and
even a couple of knitting projects I have no intention of completing. Painful experience? Far from it. Liberating. Joyous. Calming. Everything but painful.
In the midst of sorting through knitting supplies, I found little Miss Purl. She has taken up residence hanging out on my knitting bag where she can be my talisman for fiber activities. Welcome back Purl, guard my projects well.