Why do we agonize over boxes of stuff that have been stored for years? If we haven't looked in them for 10 years, can't they just disappear from our lives?
I quote from Don Aslett's book, Clutter Free:
"...why do we feel that this stuff...is owed such care and effort and reverence?"
I guess it's because when we go through it and find our dried corsage, drawings from a neice or nephew, a wooden spoon rack we made in shop class, it flashes back memories from a forgotten era, bringing with it good feelings. We don't want to let that go, so we can't just junk a box without looking through it. What is an alternative? Going through boxes is fine, but perhaps take photos of the items and then give or throw the junk away.
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