Just so we’re clear, nobody is outing themselves here. But for the last few days Liz and I have undertaken one of the tasks that just don’t come easy: cleaning out the closets.
It’s just gotten to be that time. We’ve been living in our place here in Forest Hills for about two years, and the closet situation just got to that point. We’ve got piles and bags of stuff, but no organization. We weren’t even really sure what we did have, and what we needed.
And like any good organizer, which Just so we’re clear, nobody is outing themselves here. But for the last few days Liz and I have undertaken one of the tasks that just don’t come easy: cleaning out the closets.
It’s just gotten to be that time. We’ve been living in our place here in Forest Hills for about two years, and the closet situation just got to that point. We’ve got piles and bags of stuff, but no organization. We weren’t even really sure what we did have, and what we needed.
And like any good organizer, which Liz most definitely is (me, not so much), we’ve taken virtually everything–yep, everything–out of three closets so that we can look at everything we have, sort by like items, and assess where everything should go. So what does that mean? You guessed it. The apartment looks like several bombs went off in random order. We’ve got piles on the floor, piles on the table, piles on the spare bed.
Some of those piles are neatly stacked, some of the piles are not even close to being neatly stacked. We’ve got piles of papers, we’ve got piles off office supplies. We’ve got old files that need to go in permanent storage and older files that need to get chucked. We’ve got DVD boxes (okay, [i]I[/i] have DVD boxes), we’ve got old paid bills and receipts. We’ve got computer ink cartridges and we’ve got business cards from three jobs ago. We’ve got 20 years of birthday cards. We’ve got old letters. We’ve got wires and old cell phones, cameras that don’t work, VCRs we don’t use and portable CD players we haven’t looked at in two years.
So, yeah. We’ve got ourselves a little project going on here.
Tomorrow we’re heading off to the Container Store in Manhattan to get the storage bins we need. And [i]then[/i] we get to put everything in their new homes.
I can’t say this is the most thrilling project I’ve ever undertaken, but it’s definitely needed. And if it wasn’t for Liz, our closets would pile up for the next ten years, because there was virtually no chance on God’s green earth that I was going to initiate it. And who knows what kind of a disaster it would have been at that point.
We probably won’t be able to finish this weekend, but we’re making one heckuva dent. And once this project is done and dusted, we’ll able to kick back and relax, happy about a job well done and an organized apartment.
And then time to start the next one …
