And so we find ourselves in a new year — yesterday was a holiday, today we returned to normal time.
I kicked things off by tackling the moving boxes that have been sitting in the corner of Gabriel’s bedroom since we moved to this apartment eighteen months ago. Why now, after letting them sit there for a year-and-a-half? Your guess is as good as mine!
The boxes ended up in G’s room because I wasn’t really thrilled about the basement in our building — not horrible, but definitely basement-y: some bugs here and there, a bit musty, and long overdue for some cleaning attention. I didn’t want the boxes, which will [theoretically] be carrying our possessions to our non-existent house one day, getting musty or pest-infested, so I kept them upstairs, and this was the most out-of-the-way option.
That corner of Sir’s bedroom has not seen the light of day, nor the business end of a vacuum or dust rag, since we finished unpacking, and, since it doesn’t appear that we’ll be repacking them anytime soon, I decided I wanted the boxes out of there.
Several trips carting boxes down two flights of stairs (empty, broken down boxes are so awkward and unwieldy to move — gah!), followed by some cleaning and rearranging in the bedroom, and voilà! This little project won’t be completely finished until we get the window AC unit out of there, but somehow I don’t think I’ll have any immediate takers on that item with our current arctic weather. At least all of the dust is gone, and I can fully open the curtain in that corner.
The boxes are now in the basement, where I should have put them in the first place, I suppose. The blue plastic bin in the photo, which previously inhabited a different corner of Sir’s bedroom, is stuffed to overflowing with his old baby clothes. The minimalist, decluttering side of me just wants to drop everything off at the St. Vincent de Paul thrift store and be done with it, but I can’t quite bring myself to do that. Maybe that will be a project for next year.