Spent today labeling boxes for the move and already found 3 marked “kitchen” that are definitely not kitchen stuff.
One had my son’s old baby blankets in it, the fuzzy ones we stopped using once his skin started reacting to anything with that kind of texture.
Kind of weird holding those again. We’re not really sentimental people, but I sat on the floor with that box for a while before taping it back up.
Didn’t keep them. Donation bag’s already full and this one’s going right on top of it.
Still have the whole closet left to go through before the truck shows up on the 16th, and at this rate I’m not feeling great about the timeline.