Apparently, kids in school all day = official basement clean-out time.
I’ve worked a bit these past few days, ducking downstairs between grocery trips and volunteering in the school library and all the various other things that have to be done. In the past, I’ve been horrible about procrastinating: I would work and box things up or bag things up and there they would sit, for months; ready to go out the door and yet still sitting on the basement floor. So my rule for this round of work was to get it in my car.
Day one, I told myself that all I really wanted was to be able to have a clear workbench: once I had an empty surface on top of my workbench, I could stop. Once I had that space, though, I wanted to keep going, at least a little.
Day two, I was a bit more vague, but my goal was to have the main area of floor empty. The entire center of the room, empty. And that little taste of space, foot by foot, encouraged me to keep working until it was done.
Two trips to Goodwill, one with a trunkful and one with a trunk FULL–plus backseat full–of “stuff” really can make a difference. The room feels like it weighs less. I still have an ugly pile on one side of the room, but the change in feeling when you walk in that door is amazing. I can breathe again…the walls aren’t closing in; instead there’s space and room to roam. (Well… as much as you can roam in a 11×14 foot storage area.)
Next week I’ll tackle the last pile, and over the next few months it’s time to seriously evaluate the tubs of “seasonal storage.” In my opinion, seasonal stuff is what basement storage is for, but the amount of tubs we have down there (regardless of how neatly lined up against the wall) is a bit ridiculous. As I pull things out for fall and Christmas, it’s time to cull.