Coming out of the closet

I am in the process of getting my crap out of this house. It's a pretty steep climb. I have ten years worth of stuff poked away in this house. My mother has this habit of offering me things that may help out. I have this habit of accepting things- even if I don't need them- and stashing them in my house somewhere. The closet attached to my front bedroom is full of stuff I don't need. I started pulling things out this morning, and it's nearly terrifying. I legitimately don't know what to do with all of this stuff.

I need to have a garage sale. 

I got in touch with Kris' boyfriend Alejandro yesterday. I told him I want to put a sign in the yard somewhere in the neighborhood of two weeks to a month from now. 

I've got a lot of stuff to do...