Let me start off by saying that I. KEEP. EVERYTHING. In my younger years, my friends and I were famous for picking things up off the ground that looked interesting and keeping them in memory boxes. As of last week I had 35 12inch x 18inch x 4inch deep memory boxes. Lost nametags, bolts, oddly shaped sticks, forgotten love letters, and deteriorating dropped photographs. You name it, we've found it, and kept it.
Along with 30 new toys every holiday from family members for my daughter, and clothes I have not fit into since I was 12. My house was so full of crap.
In the last week I have:
Emptied the INNUMERABLE contents of two desks, three walk in closets [one measuring 10 X 5], three bedrooms, one living room, which was knee deep in McDonald's toys and stuffed animals, and all my beloved memory boxes. But not before taking digital photographs and scanning everything, for a [less cluttering] Memory "External Harddrive." :D
I have used 78 30-gallon garbage bags. 42 of them were trashed, and 36 donated to the local Goodwills and Salvation Armies. I used two gallons of carpet steaming solution, taking 16 hours in all [not including drying time] to clean all the carpet in the house. One gallon of bleach and 5 boxes of 4-each Magic Erasers. [There was crayon all over EVERYTHING. I do have a two year old.] I believe I twice surpassed the 100 mark, and I am feeling very very good about myself.
Being a dedicated packrat, it was very hard for me. But extremely rewarding. I managed to cut down to about 10% of our original posession count. Now my boyfriend is another story. There are computer parts packed away from the Jurassic Era..