I used to save the caps from jars, the plastic caps from mixed nuts and Pringles, plastic twist ties, rubber bands, plastic bags, paper bags, holiday and gift cards, pens, pencils, staples, basically anything that might be used in the future by someone. I had a spare bedroom that became a storage room for my stuff and all of my books (retired high school English teacher) and magazines and boxes of folders with class sets of mimeo copies (later xerox copies). When my girlfriend and her two kids moved in that room was supposed to be used by one of the kids, but I was paralyzed by all the stuff (and memories of career) and course work from undergrad years and graduate work. It took one year to dig out. I had to find a home for the books. It took another year after digging out (including getting storage space) to pull up the rug (at least 30 years old) and paint the room, add new lighting, blinds, and new flooring. I couldn't do it alone. My partner isn't a hoarder and she wasn't attached to my stuff. I did offer periodic resistance, which is why it took two years to turn the room into another bedroom. I still find myself trying to squirrel away stuff that I don't need. It's an ongoing struggle with myself.
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