My name is Mari and I'm a hoarder. Well, not in the TV sense. I don't have mountains of ten-month old milk cartons or empty cat food cans but I do hold onto things. A LOT of things. Bits of ribbon that are long enough to tie around a box; nice shopping bags of various sizes (you might have to send someone home with dinner leftovers); 100 or so Saveur magazines I haven't looked through since they were printed; clothes that I haven't worn in YEARS but still love and can't bear to part with, etc., etc.
The above sounds normal-ish (right?) but then there's all my Mari's New York shtuff. Yeah, shtuff. Business cards, paper inserts; shipping boxes; catalogs; refrigerators; a MICROS system; butcher block counters; signage from my Fancy Food Show booth; brochures; paper samples; and custom ribbon, boxes and labels. I have enough shtuff to fill two IKEA Pax wardrobes at home as well as half a 10' x 10' storage locker. I haven't been able to let go. It's not like I'm going to start my business back up again but I like stumbling over my memories with visual cues.
However, since I'm moving completely across country, I need to be practical about my belongings. The cost of shipping my shtuff 3,000 miles just to sit idle in another storage locker doesn't seem prudent. So I'm purging. I'm dumping as much stuff as I can bear. I'm hauling things to my local Salvation Army; trying to get some pennies for things on Craigslist and consignment shops since if I think it's valuable, someone else probably does too! It's not fun, it's a whole lotta painful and I'm running out of time but I know I'll be happier when I get to LA and don't have to wonder where those five rolls of Caramel Sea Salt labels will live.