Sorting out the boxes of photographs to best fit them into the apartment. It's overwhelming, boxes stuffed to overflowing, and I swear, 40 years of taking pictures and only started taking "good" (not great) pictures when the children were born.
By good I mean that sort of staged photography you get at a high-school graduation.
A lot of travel photographs, from living in London, Prague, Visits to Kathmandu, Japan, Tangiers, Spain.
Too many. They take up real estate, and it's time they go. There's a few good ones, most are rubbish. How many thousands of dollars wasted on taking photos, buying film, developing, now to all head to the trash. And hours spent sorting them out, no cheery-memory lane sort of stuff, just-too many.
Then there's the antiques, the gun-sight (WW1), the compass (WW2), vintage bowls, knick-knacks, candlesticks (don't get me started!!!) - something's gotta give. Too-Much-Stuff.
I cart a couple of loads to the antique shop, I'm gonna need multiple loads, and there's more - always more. This is not the place to sell them, and I haven't the time for Facebook Marketplace, the Antique Shop, they're planning on retiring, they're reluctant to take anything and I'll take a bath - for sure, but - there's no place for it, and I've hung on to it all long enough.
And this is where I am at the moment, letting it all go, bit-by-bit, piece by piece...