our childhood,” but mostly I was tired of paying for square footage with my sanity.
If you have grown children and a house that somehow became the family museum, this might sound familiar. In my case, I was juggling work, dinner, laundry, and a basement full of labeled bins I hadn’t opened in years. What happened after I set that deadline was part practical cleanout, part emotional reckoning, and honestly, part comedy. Some things were snatched up in minutes, some treasures nobody wanted at all, and a few boxes opened
