My home is a two storey affair -- but it could be a three storey if I wanted it to be. There is a crawl space underneath the ground floor that is big enough to stand up in. In fact one of the neighbors in an identical house did turn it into a finished basement, and Tony and I way back thought we'd do the same but never did. However, the previous owners had installed some lighting and some rudimentary shelves and it made for a good storage space.
So this week I rented a U-Haul truck and began the process of going through the years of flotsam and jetsam. I decided to be ruthless -- throwing out anything that wasn't regularly used or needed, which was almost everything. I started with the garage, which didn't have too much, and the garage's attic which had some stuff. There were things of value that I was able to sell to second-hand stores -- sports equipment, tools, and CDs/DVDs, which at least paid for the truck rental.
But diving into the crawl space was another matter. It was in many ways entering a time capsule. Like an archeologist digging through layers I found things I'd forgotten about, things that made me wonder "what the heck is this?" and things that brought back memories of what seemed like another life.
Its a slow process cleaning out one's life. You stop and look, wonder, think, and remember. Then you walk it up the stairs and out to the U-haul in the driveway. That's why it took over a week to get through the house, the garage, the attic and the crawl space.