My parents were like this. Figuring out how to deal with their hordes of shit was one of the hardest things I had to do. Most of it got thrown away, but there was also so much shit with actual value, that I spent years going through it all until finally giving up. I’ll never know how many tens of thousans of dollars worth of shit is now landfill.
The lesson here is that collecting every little thing for some kind of imagined “value” is that you will never, ever, ever have the time nor energy to cash any of that investment in.
that’s pretty much exactly what happened. there was a bunch of old stuff that could definitely be used, but it was so much actual garbage thrown in we couldn’t sort through it and had to throw out most of what we couldn’t donate away. they still have some stuff to sort through.
It was kind of a nightmare, I still have dreams about it because it was entire lifetimes of memories and experiences all blended together in piles. Childhood trinkets covered with dust and bugs next to a box of photographs all stuck together from water damage, next to unopened toys in perfect condition but were actually worthless, next to something that would have been worth a lot of money if it had been stored properly, and so on. It was just one heartbreak after another going through it all. It spanned multiple storage units and homes and everyone was angry about it, from the managers of storages to the people who owned the land the homes were on.
That’s before even getting to the unending hassle of storing the stuff I was trying to sell off or get rid of. I never did finish the task, I lost my own home at the time and just had to leave a pile in the garage for the next owners to go through.
My parents were like this. Figuring out how to deal with their hordes of shit was one of the hardest things I had to do. Most of it got thrown away, but there was also so much shit with actual value, that I spent years going through it all until finally giving up. I’ll never know how many tens of thousans of dollars worth of shit is now landfill.
The lesson here is that collecting every little thing for some kind of imagined “value” is that you will never, ever, ever have the time nor energy to cash any of that investment in.
Had to rent a full size semi truck dumpster for my mom’s place. Filled it up and had to have them haul it out and bring another, which we filled 2/3.
that’s pretty much exactly what happened. there was a bunch of old stuff that could definitely be used, but it was so much actual garbage thrown in we couldn’t sort through it and had to throw out most of what we couldn’t donate away. they still have some stuff to sort through.
I feel that.
It was kind of a nightmare, I still have dreams about it because it was entire lifetimes of memories and experiences all blended together in piles. Childhood trinkets covered with dust and bugs next to a box of photographs all stuck together from water damage, next to unopened toys in perfect condition but were actually worthless, next to something that would have been worth a lot of money if it had been stored properly, and so on. It was just one heartbreak after another going through it all. It spanned multiple storage units and homes and everyone was angry about it, from the managers of storages to the people who owned the land the homes were on.
That’s before even getting to the unending hassle of storing the stuff I was trying to sell off or get rid of. I never did finish the task, I lost my own home at the time and just had to leave a pile in the garage for the next owners to go through.