My husband and I recently found ourselves alone! The friend has found a new place and is getting back on her feet. All good news. Including....naked time! Naked time is back just in time for spring!
Having our house back to ourselves has given me the much needed head space to start really living and getting stuff done! I cleaned out the studio, am paying off some credit cards, and most importantly have found time and motivation to get my husband to help me tackle the basement!
Let me first explain that I really like to throw stuff away, and my husband keeps everything! I for one think that this is true of all relationships. At least the ones that are built to last, there is always a dominate in the pair. My husband is the dominate, and thank God because left to my own devises I have a tendency to live very chaotically. There is always one spender, and one saver. There is also one pack rat, and the one that is aggravated at the idea of clutter.
My husband has made huge strides since we moved in together and has gotten rid of literally thousands of things. And as a testament to him, is really ready to get rid of much much more. I am so proud, and so ready to throw shit away!
A little background for my readers, when we moved into our now apartment it took an entire day of moving just to move the crap in the basement. Not including anything that was in our actual apartment. His basement at the old apartment had 1250 square feet of stuff that he condensed down to 800 sq feet. A good 300 square feet of stuff was left behind, and the rest thrown away. This was a huge accomplishment!
However, tonight really got the best of me for awhile. We went down together in high hopes of really putting a dent in the clutter. Two hours in I felt completely overwhelmed. I was really hoping to find a bunch of my boxes from when I was single and throw stuff away. I found 4 boxes of the 100 down there. I threw it all away. Then a lot of the time I spent down there was handing my husband boxes and saying, "You should look through this,... and throw it away!"
He did very good and condensed five boxes down to one. A big deal! But there is a huge section of stuff dedicated to the "studio". My husband used to own a recording studio. Still does, but it is really more like "Oz". A mythical place that exists only in theory. We have all the stuff, and no where or means to rent a place to put it in working condition. It is on the list of things to do in the future.
Onward bound we went. Dug through the boxes and hundreds of dollars worth of scooter parts and guitars in pieces. I....just kept throwing shit away. He had a slow walk down memory lane. This is the biggest problem with us cleaning together. I think I may have watched far too many television shows on hoarding, because I can go through a box in about three minutes. For him it takes closer to twenty, give or take how many times he says.."Honey! Look at this! Do you know what this is?"
I always answer, "Yes, its trash."
He furrows his brow at me, and keeps it. My hope is that a time in the future will come, when home projects are completed, and you can see the floor in my basement. High, high hopes.
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