Box Count = 21

By: Melanie

I've run out of hallway space. Boxes are now being piled in the apartment, and it's only a matter of time before the obstacle course claims its first victim. But I plow ahead, undaunted. Yes, my daughter has started asking for toys that have long since been packed away. Yes, I am continually looking for pots and pans that I swore I wouldn't need for the next few weeks. No, I'm not even close to finished. But still, I pack.

And this week I've made $32 selling some of Elle's toys that she no longer plays with. Yes, she has started asking for those now too.

I have to admit, purging feels especially good with an extra couple of bucks in my pocket.

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