I’m in the process of packing up a whole lot of my stuff–the books and the small stuff–in preparation for painters coming through in a few weeks. The original plan was to just pack stuff up and then decide what to keep when it was time to put it back out, but yesterday, when I tackled the Big Bookcase, I found that there is a whole bunch of stuff I really don’t want any more. It was a bit shocking, to be honest, and now I’m going to have to figure out what to do with the things I don’t want, but it’s also freeing.