Gave the downstairs neighbor a bag of the kid’s old onesies and footed pajamas this afternoon.
She’s got a newborn and said she was behind on winter stuff, so I just grabbed the bin from under the bed and handed it off in the hallway, didnt even think twice about it.
Lighter than I expected walking back up the stairs.
Still got a few bins marked ‘maybe’ sitting by the closet door though, and those are the ones I keep moving instead of opening.
Funny how the stuff with no decision attached is the stuff that doesn’t move.