Packrat

Today I have been helping the Ex clean out his basement storage area. That is not entirely true, there are movers here to clear it out and I am to supervise their work. The Ex said to throw it all out. This is gonna be hard to believe but, I'm a packrat type person. This makes it impossible to follow his instructions about throwing it all out. I am pretty sure he must remember that I am a packrat, so I don't expect him to be too surprised that I could not follow his instructions exactly.

Until today he could have been considered a packrat as well due to the following: We have been divorced 10 years and he has had another marriage and divorce in that time period. You cannot believe all of the things I found down there that actually belonged to me.

For one, I found my birth certificate (trust me, no one used it to steal my identity, they want better credit than what I have!). I also found old artwork that I purchased as a very young woman (if you consider Target a gallery lol. I crack myself up.) There was an old marble lamp down there, that I am pretty sure I got when I was 19 years old. Oh wait, maybe we got that from his grandmother when she died.

At any rate, it was like being in a time machine. I kept remembering, how I had acquired each piece and how old I was when I did. Needless to say, it was hard to throw those things away. Therefore, I did not throw them all away.

That artwork from Target might be worth something one day!