ooh, i would make a terrible buddhist…i’m waayy too attached to my stuff.    poor husband has carried innumerable boxes of sh** downstairs, while i keep a pile of  “can’t sell” items that grows every time i walk through the room.  he’s got his own “collections”, but seems to be more willing than i to part with them.  (for now)  while we’re nowhere near being hoarders, we’ve accumulated many things over the years that we keep for no more reason than that we might use it/need it someday….you know, Some Day. 

i’ve tried to pretend that i’m moving, down-sizing, but i know there’s some space left up in the attic….sooo, i’ll schlepp it back upstairs for a while….