I recently was in a photo for a cousin reunion in Texas. I was the only one not wearing shoes. The reason: I spent 14 days in the car, trying to decide where to live. Traveling around to all the small cities in Texas is really bad if you are older and your feet swell. Still, I don't wear shoes at home if I don't have to. I blame my Texan mother who didn't like shoes either. So when I got to the category of shoes, I knew what would happen.
We pulled all the shoes from under the bed. We pulled them from the closet. I gathered them from the office. Basically, I only like three pairs of my shoes and one pair of slippers. Therefore, two full garbage bags are leaving the house today. I did find some slippers I like when it's cold but they were dusty and grungy so have now made their way to the washing machine. If they survive, I will keep them. If not, they will find their way to the trash too.
Since we are planning to move, my clothes and shoes are now manageable. My clothes take up 1/3 of the closet and the shoe rack looks naked. I still have one empty drawer in my dresser. It going to be really easy to pack.
Where do I go from here...Books
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