As they say, "stuff" is crap you keep; "crap" is stuff you throw away.
Both my husband and I tend to hang onto pretty much everything, as experience has taught us over and over and over again that it doesn't matter what it is or for how long you've had it, within a week of throwing it away you'll suddenly develop a need for it. So we keep everything.
On top of that, we're both geeks, which means there's an excess of empty packaging around the place too, because of course one can't simply throw away the packaging that any computer game comes in (although it escapes me why). And on top of that
, we moved out of a three-bedroom house (well, one bedroom, one sewing/crafts room, and one computer/gaming room by the time we were done with it) that had a decent-sized barn for both storage and a workshop, into a one-bedroom house with no
storage. Sure, we've got ten acres; but our squirrel-proof storage area is extremely limited.
So we've got boxes
of stuff that hasn't even been touched since we moved up, eight years ago. At least half of our books are still in the attic. We did build some shelves into the wall of the hallway, but he keeps buying books a series at a time so that's
all filled up too.
It comes to something when you're looking at moving and "Does it have a basement" is slightly more important than "How many bedrooms does it have?"
Sadly, it seems to be hereditary, too, because my oldest (at the tender age of six) already has more toys than any three kids should normally have, and absolute piles
of every piece of paper he's ever had from school. Luckily, his little sister (two and a half) is "helping" him deal with them by taking my scissors and cutting them into lots of tiny little pieces every time my back is turned. Maaaaay not entirely be a bad thing.
I am terrified
of the idea of packing all this crap up again, though, I'll tell ya...