Clutter Be Gone!!!

Friday again. How many times can I go through the week wishing for Friday? It seems to be something everyone who has a normal work week does. I'm glad it's Friday I suppose. I'm looking forward to the weekend in some aspects. Time for me to be lazy, unless I have something else I'm supposed to be doing. This weekend, is the weekend to clean out the old rent house completely, and to get everything out of the garage that is just sitting there, useless, taking up space. I don't have a place to put it all, but I suppose it's going to have to get shoved in our new garage, and organized. In a way, that is exciting b/c I can go through and see what has been so important that I have kept it for so long. A few days ago, I went through some of the boxes in my new garage, that were just taking up space, and I ended up throwing quite a bit of it away. When you grow up thinking you should never throw extra stuff away, you develop some sort of complex about keeping things, even if you might never use them again. My mom was a keeper, and my aunt, a trasher. Whenever my sisters and I would clean our rooms, we were encouraged to sort things out. All this did was put it in different spots in the room. We started to pile everything in the middle of the floor, and work on the pile, until it was down to a little pile of junk that really didn't have a spot anywhere, so it got shoved in a box, and put in our closet. Eventually our closet got full of stuff that didn't have a place in our room, but we didn't want to throw it away. That is where it stayed up until the last few years, when my mom and sister and I started cleaning out that room, and garage, for my mom's big remodel. She had some furniture redone, and needed room. My aunt helped refinish some furniture and put it in her room, to give it a new look. It looks great. My moms room does not look the way it used to. With my dad gone, she really needed a change, and she has it. It's now more personalized for her, and she can decide what it looks like instead of trying to figure out how my dad wanted it. This is similar to how my room is now. We moved at the beginning of January. Our room was full, and things were piled, and stacked, because they really didn't have a place. When we packed to move, a lot of things were just put in boxes, and may stay in boxes, because I don't want to get them out again, ever. I really would love to have a sort of "haven" in my room, where I can go and relax, and not have to stare at clutter. It's a much bigger room, which gives me a little more room to breathe. I had some boxes and groupings of bags that got moved in when we first put our bed and other furniture in there, but the pile of clutter has been shrinking. I'm taking control of the mess, and finding a place for all that junk, even if it's the dumpster instead of a box in my garage.