I spent a good part of this afternoon cleaning my room. Which am I more–pack rat or slob? Maybe it’s equal pieces of each.
I can’t stand to throw things out. Is this inherited from my folks? Maybe. Growing up our little apartment was bursting at the seams.
I ditched a midi keyboard which plugged into a port my computer no longer has. I threw out a Radio Shack scanner which hasn’t been used in years.
When in doubt I just closed my eyes and tossed.
Also gone are scraps of papers. Why did I have them? No clue? Pads–gone. Old CDs for programs now five versions behind–gone.
Three large trashbags are gone and I’m just getting started.