But I realized that I've got to do something with the boxes. I keep getting given boxes of stuff, and fitting them wherever. I was wedged in there sideways, because there wasn't room for my shoulders, in some places. And there are boxes in the passageway, too. I don't even know what's IN a lot of these boxes. People leave them with me, like unwanted kittens. Moving? Dump a box of stuff with Jane. Family stuff you don't know what else to do with? Leave it with Jane...
I have decided. When I get time to deal with it, I am going to rent a storage unit. Maybe just as a temporary solution, until I can figure out what's what, and decide what to toss out, what to sell at a yard sale, donate to charity, etc. But I've GOT to get working space in this mess. And there really is no place to move the stuff. Yes, storage space... Once I get a handle on it, I can start actually dealing with the contents. But I'm sick of tripping over this stuff, which I probably didn't want in the first place, but really need to look at. Time, I need time...