I hope this is entertaining or inspiring.

My mother became a widow roughly a year from when I got married. I think I managed to be more moved-out than not by thirty. That was almost five years ago. She still has the huge house.

I am visiting her right now, and I still have a bleep-ton of bleep here. We began in her dump-and-run room. (Basically any room of the house that you walk into less than once per month.) A lot of the stuff I found that had been mine was already stuff I declared her problem last time I was here. (Toys to give to other children, art supplies that I declared abandoned...)

I can't look at her storage rooms. I can find the path and grab a nearby box, but I cannot comprehend the mess and not freak at the same time. I did pick out that there were 3.24 disks and found one from the first box to stick into the computer, even though I should assume that everything is demagnetized. (My uncle's financial records from 1996 we mangled instead of stuck in the electronic recycling box as a joke.)

I went through my ponies and just couldn't declare "take these to the thrift store." I had some that I remembered loving, but I don't have room for them at home. I picked out the two that looked like they had mold and stuck the rest back into storage.

Protip: it takes a lot of work and stirring to destroy sheafs of documents, almost as much effort as shredding.