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In the process of cleaning out my room... my closet is empty. For the first time in 20+ years, probably, barring a few cleaning binges. For those that know me and remember that closet, you understand what an achievement this is. :) For those that don't... well, first thing to know is that my closet in this house has very rarely held actual clothing that I may have been wearing at a given time. Second thing to know is that closet could eat your alive. Honest to god. It's been an incredible mess for as long as I can remember, with only some organization achieved ~8 years ago when I caved and put all my stuffies in garbage bags so they weren't all just lying loose in the closet. Which brings us to the third thing to know, which is just what was in my closet rather than clothing - piles and piles of stuffies. Also some random blankets and old Halloween costumes and crap, but mostly stuffies. I finally took them all out the other night and culled them (3 garbage bags full to give away/sell/toss, 3 boxes to keep). It was a painful process. I also felt some shame at just how many there were. Seriously, you should've seen the pile in the living room... wanted to take a picture of it, but didn't have camera on hand at the time. It was rather frightening.

Here are some pics from a few years ago of me in the closet (pulling out all my stuffed snakes because I'd just come back from Snakes on a Plane and bk635 and I were being silly. Okay, mostly it was just me.).

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Okay, back to work... *sigh* Tonight's my last night in this place - after this it'll just be day-trips to finish moving and do the moving sale. Trying not to think too hard about it.