The Great Purge: Sorting Through Ten Years of Stuff

I booked the moving company for Sunday at noon. She asked me what time I wanted the movers to be there and I said noon.

“Okay, they’ll be there at eleven.”
“No, that’s too early. Have them there at noon please.”
“Noon? What do you mean by noon?”

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I’ll let you know how that turns out. It’s motivated me to have my first great purge and go through the shit I’ve accumulated over the last ten years. It was a fun few days in the garage. I found utility bills still sealed from 2004. In that same pile I found the title to my truck, which I assumed I had lost in the 8 different places I’ve lived since then. It was in a sealed envelope too. I found and organized all my gear. Four big tubs divided between climbing, water, snow, and general outdoors. I found a bunch of sweet old pictures. A CD rom full of pictures from the summer of 2003. I posted some on Facebook, my first attempt at uploading and tagging pictures. Then my account got hacked the next morning, sorry about that if you got chatted to. I went through the box that I put all my stuff in when I left the church office in 2005. I found my first Black Diamond headlamp, long since broken due to use. I couldn’t part with it and started a sentimental box. My mangled ice saw went in there too. They’ll decorate a cabin someday.

I filled the bed of my truck with junk and drove to The Salvation Army. It was a little emotional, watching the stereo and alarm clock from my dorm room being given away. There were a lot of memories in those boxes and they just took them quickly and handed me a blank receipt. So cold.

I whittled my baggage down to a small enough load that I don’t need to get a storage unit. It’ll fit mostly in my car that I’m parking in my brother’s garage with the motorcycle. Not sure if I’m going to bring the dirt bike. I am bringing my office, living room, bedroom, and all my outdoor gear. Rented a 6×12 U-Haul trailer should be plenty of space. Last time I made this move Jared helped me unload the trailer and the first box he picked up was a case of clay pigeons. He accused me of being redneck. I’m not bringing them this time, if I had some I probably would though.

It was a fun few days. Feels good to be mobile again.

Peace and good luck,

Devo