The pile of clothing thrown in the corner of my room grows as the ones in my closet never seems to decrease. Our move out of the townhouse will be quick since we don't have much stuff between us and even less time to find a place.
Between asking at school and visiting our local grocery store, we came up with nine boxes to pack. Four for her, four for me, and one to throw in the various crap we've stashed around the place. Most of the household stuff is Jonathan's, but I don't plan to leave without my bright pink "you're special" unicorn mug.
Trying to make a huge shitload of clothing fit into four boxes is not how I planned to spend my Saturday, but it's a good time to make a pile for donation.
Or I can throw things in trash bags and move it that way. Either way works.
Trash bags.
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