I've noticed that I live in a path around the house ...
door to sink to coffee to computer to TV to computer to coffee to bathroom to computer to coffee to computer to bed.
Everything on the peripheral is "storage".
When "storage" reaches eye level ... I make a pot of coffee (a familiar 'path') ... and pitch at least half out .. (what in thee hell did I save a friggin' newspaper for ?? )
My next adventure will be hiring a roll-off and put it right outside the front door.
I know the feeling, when I cleared my old bedroom it too over 20 large black sacks (bin bags whatever you call them in the States).
There is still at least another 10 to go plus dumping the old dressing table, cheap chipboard/plywood unit from the late 60s which served me well from childhood but has to go now. I am also dumping the single bed and turning this box room into an upstairs sitting/TV room where I can invite friends.