During our six and a-half years of marriage, I have never heard Alex utter the following (until last night): "Wow. We have a lot of shit we don't need." Last night was phase one of packing: cleaning out the "filing" cabinet. The picture above was taken in the very preliminary stages. I should have taken another shot for a more accurate representation when the drawer was empty, but I was too bogged down looking over my class schedule from design school in 2003 to think about it. I also found an atlas (pictured below) from the days before GPS (remember those?) when you actually needed to reference a map for an impending journey through six states. We uncovered the deed to our house (we should probably keep that) and a business card from the guy who serviced our HVAC unit two years ago. We kept the important things like passports and birth certificates and social security cards, and everyone has his or her own folder holding such documents. I had to remind Alex that the folder with your name on it is for important things and not important things plus a receipt for granite counter tops and your scuba diving license that expired 17 years ago. It was great to purge, but all I could think about was the attic. If one little drawer in one little cabinet generated so much trash, what in the world do we have in store for us when we brave the contents of the attic? I hope Alex with his "we have a lot of shit we don't need" mentality sticks around a little longer.
End note: the papers (albeit in a nice, organized stack) were still on the living room floor when Catcher woke up this morning, which prompted him to point to the pile and say, "What's going on with this mess?"
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