I've since banished several plastic totes of my Stuff to stuff purgatory. It's not entirely the end of the line for this Stuff, but it may be just as good as thrown out. I'm really curious to see if I ever retrieve any of it. Some of the Stuff is seasonal, so I won't know that until October. But, will I go to the storage locker to fetch just the right box for some item I want to mail to someone? In theory, yes. In practice, well, we'll see.
I also believe I have an actual disorder that compels me to save every "nice" box or pile of packing material I ever lay my hands on. I simply feel very poorly to break down boxes and throw them out or have them recycled. Or to throw out packing peanuts or bubble wrap. Think of all the energy that went in to creating these things! Or so the rationalization goes. Perhaps this is the effect upon me of being the last in my family to wrap Christmas gifts and never having a good box to put any gift in. Never again! Except, I don't box and wrap gifts in California, I wait 'til I'm home in Seattle. So, my closet, bedroom, and carport strorage units are all full of boxes of boxes and bubble wrap. Except, no more - that's what the storage locker is now for! My closet now has much empty room, and I have a hole in my bedroom that needs to be filled by a piece of furniture where where once was cardboard boxes. I hope this'll last.
Ugh, I forgot to buy light bulbs *again*. Twice today I've been out shopping and thought, as I was leaving the apartment, I needed light bulbs. I even had a horrible pun ready for the second trip - I was buying a light dinner at the grocery store. Get it? Yeah, yeah, perhaps just as well I forgot. Anyway, Rrr.