Most of it was left over from my marriage. I'll let you imagine exactly what I mean, you probably can. I got rid of it.
People won't approve of how I did it. I didn't donate or sell it, even though some of it could have been, maybe a lot of it. I didn't want to bother. I got a 40 yard roll-off bin and filled it. Then a year later I got a 30-yard roll-off bin and filled that. It wasn't high quality stuff, no antiques, nothing of much real value, but still I suppose some other people could have gotten some use out of some of it.
I could not believe how much crap was in my house. I've never been rich, but there was still so much crap. 70 yards filled to the top, and there's still some to go, I could probably fill another 10 yards without much trouble, but I'm down to stuff I actually use, at least occasionally. Or stuff with some significant value.
I walk through my neighborhood and get to peek into open garages as I pass. So many of them are packed full of just crap. Stacks of those plastic containers filled with god-knows-what with only a narrow walkway between them to the door. A couple of houses I pass have containers of crap on their front porch the same way. HOA says they can put what they want there, so a few people use it for storage. There's a house with four big storage sheds in the backyard, I can only imagine. Probably their garage is filled, too.
I admire the garages that are empty, just a couple of cars and some yard tools hanging on hooks on one wall. So peaceful and clean.
Stop buying crap, people. Please.