But more than the joy of a completed task, having this store of food satisfies a deep need in me. I've never gone hungry, and I'm not all that worried about an impending disaster, but having food storage makes me very, very happy.
This is just phase one of a much larger project to purge and reorganize all my clutter spots: the living room closet, the back room, and the craft room. I took "before" pictures of each space, but I'm not ready to post them. I don't want to unveil my disaster areas until they're pretty. But trust me, they're completely out of hand.
To keep from getting too overwhelmed, I made the goal to get rid of one load of stuff each week. One week the stuff went to DI, the next week we took all the glass and cardboard to the recycling place. Last week I put some larger items on the "neighborhood cleanup" pile, and scavengers had picked them all up by that afternoon. That made me happy, because it was mostly scrap wood that was perfectly usable, just not for someone like me without tools and woodworking skills.
Eventually, it will all be as pretty as my pantry. I hope.
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Have you been watching "Hoarders"? :)
I've been afraid to watch that show in case I relate too much. I've been much better ever since I helped Sis Coobs "clean" her bedroom that was so full of stuff they hadn't used it in years. She didn't get rid of a single thing--just moved it all around. I swore never to become like that, so although I still collect stuff, I purge every couple years.
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