Whenever I help somebody move, I go home close my eyes, grab something, and throw it out.
Like when a parent or aunt/uncle pass and you are the one to sort through the "stuff" they leave behind.
I don't want my daughter to have to go through that.
LOLOL!! When I moved into this townhome in Denver, I had a 2 car garage, no car, and a garage that was wall-to-wall S T U F F that I had just paid a small fortune to move down here from Alaska. I could not believe I had paid perfectly good money...
Gradually, I sorted to the point I called the Salvation Army and they came and loaded up almost half a truckful of useless consumption (partly thanks to my kids, who just HAD TO HAVE IT!) Then, I realized it was still to much stuff, so I went through it again, moved all the nonessentials to one corner, and called College Hunks Hauling Junk. Away with the rest of the dross! Now, I have a virtually empty garage, a couple of corners not full but orderly, and still no car. Took four years, but it was worth every minute.