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.