I went back home this weekend while my parents were out of town in the hopes of making some progress clearing out my childhood bedroom without interference from the hoarder parents. I was not the least bit prepared for what I found.
Every time I have gone back to my parents' house I have left with less stuff in my old bedroom than was there when I arrived. There has always been a pile of boxes, but I always leave a path to both windows, the bed, the door, and my dresser. But this pile was something else.
My husband puts it at least twice as large as it was when we left it at Christmas. My bedroom is no longer mine. It is my mother's hoard and my sister's spare closet. Take a look for yourself.
As this was my first video, please for give the 1.) lack of makeup! 2.) obnoxious swallowing and 3.) what sounds like a desire to trash my Bibles. I got so excited about decluttering that my desire to get rid of everything spilled over into my little speech. Not a chance that those books are going anywhere but my own condo. If I can ever get close enough to them to grab them.
