My name is StarvingButStrong and I am a Clutterholic. [Chorus: Hi, Susan] I come from a family of packrats AND I married into another. I won’t bore you with details, but while our house never got to the ‘narrow trails between mountains of junk’ level, it was definitely past the ‘being unwilling to allow anyone inside that isn’t a close blood relative’ stage.
Anyway, I saw the light and have been uncluttering over the past five years. Yes, that’s a long time, but I had to do it slowly and ‘gently’ to keep myself from getting overwhelmed and giving up AND to keep my husband from freaking out. At the moment, things are pretty good. All the rooms on the first floor are presentable. Upstairs three of four bedrooms are fine, and the last is being worked on. The attic…well. I haven’t started on that yet. It’s time will come.
But my pride and joy is the basement. It has gone from nearly that ‘trails between heaps’ stage to largely empty. Each corner has a ‘function’, and holds only things truly needed there.
One corner has the mechanical stuff – furnace, water heater, etc.
One is the laundry, with washer/dryer/sinks/ironing board/drying racks and a single shelf that holds soap/stain treatments/softeners/dryer sheets/etc and its front edge has a rod so you can hang up shirts and such to finish drying.
One corner has hubby’s work bench, tool boxes, pegboarded walls for other tool storage and several large wall mounted shelfs for storage of lumber and such.
The last corner is simply ‘storage’, and I mean storage of only things we actually use at least annually. There are six sets of those large metal storage shelves spaced there. Two are my ‘pantry’ for canned/jarred goods, the rest hold, oh, christmas ornaments, suitcases, a thirty cup coffee maker, fans, electric heaters - ‘stuff’ but its all stuff that we genuinely use.
The rest of the basement is empty space. Which is wonderful to have. We hosted a quilting bee for our church’s womens guild over a few Saturdays. We set up a ping pong table for a few months last summer. Even hubby has confessed it’s wonderful to have space freely available. He’s actually tackled some projects like refinishing our dining room chairs, now that there’s room to spread the things you’re working on out and not have to always be squirming past heaps’o’junk everywhere.
Me? I still get this flush of pride every time I go down to the basement. It’s clean. It’s orderly. It’s functional! Go me!
Long intro, but here’s the problem:
We are now being pressured by some relatives to let us store stuff in our basement. In one case, it’s furniture/appliances that the couple want to hold onto for their daughter’s ‘first apartment’ after she graduates from college. (She’s a sophmore.) In the other case it’s a couple who have been forced to downsize from a house to an apartment ‘temporarily’ due to a job loss and they have tons of furniture and boxed up stuff that won’t fit.
Both groups say they have no room for this stuff in their own places, but they still want it. And why should they pay for storage units when we have plenty of open space it could go in?
And hubby feels ‘they’re family’ and we should help them out.
I HATE HATE HATE the thought of undoing all the hard work I’ve done. :mad: At the same time, I feel like I’m being evil and selfish and dog-in-the-mangerish. I’m not ‘using’ the space, why should I deny it to others who need it?
Because I don’t really believe it will be ‘just’ for a year or two. Who is to say the daughter will end up getting an apartment nearby? Because what’s the point of shipping used furniture across the country, when she could buy used furniture probably cheaper than the shipping? (And that’s all it is, ordinary used furniture, not antiques.) Then what? Do we continue storing all that stuff for her three-year-younger brother???
As for the other couple, they’re getting close to retirement age. How likely is it that he will quickly get a job that pays what he used to earn? How long would it take for them to save up a down payment on a house? (They’re pretty much looking at declaring bankruptcy.) Would they ever really buy another big house, anyway? A condo or a retirement community probably are more likely. Why not sell the furniture for what it’s worth now, and replace it when/if they end up in a larger place?
My gut tells me that if this stuff gets into our basement it will basically be there ‘forever.’ And it will breed – if we let THEM store stuff there, why shouldn’t we store someone else’s camping equipment? And someone else’s yard furniture, it should be under cover during the winter but THEY have no room in their house/garage.
Because, as I said, all of our relatives seem afflicted with the pack rat gene.