box of baseball stuff until I figure out storage?” No. Lovingly, but no. My whole point was that I was done storing things for other people indefinitely.
The first things they claimed were not what I expected
I thought they’d jump on the obvious sentimental items: baby books, handprint ornaments, elementary school art. Instead, the first claimed items were practical and weirdly specific. Within 24 hours, one child claimed the cast-iron skillet, another wanted the floor lamp from the guest room, and the third asked for a set of mismatched
