On the disposal of wordly goods - Postscript
September 6th, 2009 by 
gddik
Why, when going through all the pain of de-cluttering, and getting rid of stuff, does it not actually feel as though you’ve created any space?
I’ve been getting rid of my own junk in fits and starts for some time now, and the removal of junk is accelerating with the imminent departure of Gddik Jr.
Now that he’s finished University, bar the shouting, he’s decided to move into a flat not too far away (about 400 metres, actually) with a friend, rather than take any further risks with my cooking on a long-term basis. All well and good. The process of his shedding his worldly crap prior to the move has begun with some vigour and, believe me, there is much crap to shed.
Surprisingly (and disappointingly) though, neither my efforts nor his have made any discernible impression on the feeling of clutter in the place. The process is in its early stages yet, and I hope that when it’s finished there will be a tangible improvement.
But I’m not confident…
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