The thought occurred to me a year or so back that it's a significant milestone in a person's life when the focus shifts from accumulating more stuff to getting rid of it. In my 20s, I lived for about 6 months in a tent and had neither the pot or the window. I remember that time now as about the happiest of my life. Starting with a baseline "Be Prepared" Boy Scout mentality coupled to a liberal helping of OCD, I ended up with a whole lot of stuff. I am reminded of the Buffet song "A Pirate Looks at Forty" with the line "I made enough money
to buy Miami
but I pissed it away so fast...never meant to last". I recently bought a 44'er in San Diego
and am currently back in Illinois working on sorting a houseful and 2 storage
units full of crap into piles which have a downward progression: Sell first, then giveaway what won't sell, and finally scrap what's left. The seller and I did an "Offshore Delivery" to avoid my having to pay CA sales tax. That means by mid-October I must be out of CA waters. I've spoken to an auctioneer and if he deems my crap worthy, he will haul it all to his sale
barn and send me a check when the dust has settled. At least I am hoping that's how it all works out. When I leave here heading to SD, it's a one way trip, I won't be coming back. Books
seem to be the biggest problem. Not a lot of people interested in books
these days, at least around here.
"one way or another, this darkness got to give"