Stuff

Where does all the stuff come from? Box after box of stuff. You take it from one place to the next...

When do you say that is it? When do you decide that the boxes of stuff are just that, stuff ? When do you stop telling yourself that you may need it one day or that it is special because so-n-so gave it to me? You know the only time it is thought of is when you are moving the box from one location to the next!

Well, our madness did not end with this move. We still have stuff, and most of it is located directly above me in the attic as I type. Maybe I will use it in the next move. Yes, I said next move. This will not be it for this Estes Family...