Boxed In

I am not a hoarder.

I'm not, I'm not, I'm not. 

Just because it's taking me this long to move out of this place

does not make me a hoarder.

It makes me a woman who loves to decorate 

{and therefore has a lot of STUFF to do so}

and a woman with a home-based business 

{and therefore has a lot of STUFF for that}.

Right?!

We've lived here for two years, building our business - 

and collecting a lot of STUFF to create product from.

(The plan was never to move again. LOL)

I just can't believe how much is still left. 

We're down to all the piddly little things.

I already gave away a buncha' stuff. I have a HUGE thrift store pile going, too. 

And a ginormous dump pile and burn bin that Bob is adding to.

I am so frustrated by some of the things I am finding as I pack - 

like, um, things that never got UNPACKED when we moved in here two years ago.

THAT feels like hoarding.

It's getting burned or donated. I'm not keeping useless things anymore.

 Tomorrow, I'll have every last thing that's left packed.

{We did all the biz stuff first, took it to storage, then started on the house}

Wednesday, it all goes to storage. I sure hope it fits. ;0)

{PS: the image of me up above was taken by Elise Marie Photography,

at our Autumn Petite Retreat. I added in the boxes. }