aliensporebomb
Fretted instrument fan
We literally cleaned out our basement last summer which was the accumulation of my parents remaining stuff (after they passed), moving boxes and other boxes and just junk that was acquired by having roommates over the years and my wife and I just got fed up and rented one of those big gondola style dumpsters and another smaller industrial style and had them take it all away when we were done.
It was an astonishing amount of stuff: old bookcases, old furniture that was junk, stuff old roomates abandoned years ago that they or we didn't want. Eleven million old magazines, old paperwork from my parents that was not needed, everything else was put in plastic tubs - cables from my various studios, old computers either sorted in the "trash" or "keep" piles (mostly trash). Old stereo gear, god only knows what else. We were down there a solid week sorting things into the small keep pile and the large trash pile. And another pile of "donate" which was largely old clothes that were too big for us to fit into anymore.
It was a huge sigh of relief to get that stuff out there - you could hold bike races down there now it's so clear of junk. My wife is pretty fastidious anyway but wow, I'm so glad I don't cringe when I walk downstairs anymore. And there's room for my guitar and bass amps now under the stairs.
It was an astonishing amount of stuff: old bookcases, old furniture that was junk, stuff old roomates abandoned years ago that they or we didn't want. Eleven million old magazines, old paperwork from my parents that was not needed, everything else was put in plastic tubs - cables from my various studios, old computers either sorted in the "trash" or "keep" piles (mostly trash). Old stereo gear, god only knows what else. We were down there a solid week sorting things into the small keep pile and the large trash pile. And another pile of "donate" which was largely old clothes that were too big for us to fit into anymore.
It was a huge sigh of relief to get that stuff out there - you could hold bike races down there now it's so clear of junk. My wife is pretty fastidious anyway but wow, I'm so glad I don't cringe when I walk downstairs anymore. And there's room for my guitar and bass amps now under the stairs.
Clearly, storage is of utmost importance. I wish I had some.