sequestered area. Then the littering of signs turns into a cognitive coaster ride with thoughts bouncing from Denial:
“Maybe I could rejig these boxes to make everything fit for one more year!” to Optimism: “I’m going to do this and just get it over with- it won’t take that long right?!, I mean it’s only a few boxes!” to Ultraism: “The right thing to do
is just to donate the lot of it. I am so greatful for the blessings in my life! And there are those with so much less, wouldn’t it be so great to see the looks on the faces or those less fortunate?!” and of course my personal favorite, and go-to, Anger “This crap is hittin the trash like T- yesterday. Those damn ungrateful kids have way too much, I mean WAY too much! It is disgusting! That is it- I am not doing this shit, they are. As a thank you to me for being so damn loving and generous all of the time!"