I have been feeding the beast. The 'gaping maw', as an expression from my childhood of anything that voraciously gobbled anything in its path.
The beast? A future garage sale filled with all the detritus of unneeded stuff that we have collected. The extra pie pans. A cute box. An antique milk bottle. Clothes we no longer use. Glasses and cups. Candles that have sat for years, un-lit (or, lit briefly). Pitchers. Books. Recipe books. Baskets.
The maw? My cardboard boxes that sit ready for me to put my future garage-sale finds. And it is so magnificently freeing, to be able to see something useless and to just make it go away. Poof - it's banished. Into a box that sits ready, waiting to be fed, and never to be stressed over (or dusted or moved or packed) again.
I now have cupboards that are mostly bare. I can find the things I actually choose to retain. And the house will sell so much better with spacious cupboards and closets.
Of course, my garage is stuffed with all this future-sale stuff. I truly dread the sale, but love the results.
Only keep what is truly wanted, truly useful.
My friends the Santizos got down to one suitcase each. My friend Irene has a single extra coffee cup for any guests that come, period; otherwise, she just has one dish, one cup, one glass etc. It's not that there is anything really wrong with having more than is needed. It's just that excess works against our present goals of being mobile, of having the potential to move at a (virtual) moment's notice.