spring cleaning, pt. 1

For the past 2 years, I've tried making it a habit to do bi-annual cleaning, ie. in the spring and in the fall. Not necessarily the type of cleaning where I need to clean every single surface of my house, including the garage door, but the kind where I strip my closets of all the useless crap that's just sitting/hanging around. You might be thinking "Who could possibly do this twice a year?" I can, unfortunately. Before I started doing my bi-annual cleaning, I was using four closets and eight drawers. Yes- four closets and eight drawers. Well technically three closets, because two of them could really combine into one closet, not that it really makes it sound any better. What the heck could I possibly have stored everywhere? A myriad of clothes, purses, and other knick-knacks, plenty of them dating back from high school.

Yeah. I know.

Slowly but surely, I managed to minimize my belongings to three closets, then three and a half closets and six drawers. Then I found myself in a hoarding rut. Until last week. I can now proudly say that I'm only using the two closets in my room (which, if you'll remember, can technically be combined into one regular-sized closet). Woohoo!! I'm still using six drawers, but they're no longer insanely overflowing with clothes, the majority being pajamas.

As tremendous as this feat has been, it is only the beginning. Being able to disband the use of the other two closets has made me realize how insanely materialistic I used to be. I can't remember the last time I bought something other than food or for the purpose of hygiene, and I can count on my fingers and toes the articles of clothing I wear on a daily basis; everything else in my closet is more "for a special occasion" attire. And because I'll be moving to Fresno in August and will have to share a closet and drawers with Stephen, I will have to sift through my closet once again during the summertime.

It used to be a really hard task, but now it's not so bad. Besides- other people can benefit from the things I don't truly care for anymore.

One man's trash is another man's treasure.

Ps. I forgot to take 'before' pictures for comparison, but I think the 5 trash bags will suffice in explaining how ridiculous it was beforehand.