My Kingdom For a Horse

My parents came to "visit" this past weekend. Well, really not so much to visit as unload almost every possession I've had since the age of 12 at my new place. Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for everything they did- my Dad drove a gas-guzzling uhaul truck 400 miles, and my mom was right behind him in the car driving solo for 6 hours. I know it was hard and exhausting for both of them after loading the stuff up in Sac. I know this.

But the STUFF....seeing all my cra- er, stuff, after it being in storage for so many years is, well, horrifying. It's mountainous form casts shadows in the living room, dining room, bedroom, hallway, and don't even get me STARTED on the office. That's barely enterable.

Is it bad that I feel the desire to flee?

Bless Mike for being good about the whole thing- I've seen his looks of utter horror, but he tries to keep them to himself. He knows his family, if they were closer, would have done the same thing. I know the swooping down and unloading of crap could have created tension between us (it could have with any roommate situation), but because he took it well and we've been dealing with it together, I feel less panicked about it. It probably helps that I told him a bunch is going to have to be sold, given away, or tossed. I just don't have the room- physically in our place or mentally to keep this stuff.

The organizing continues....and hopefully will end soon before my sanity does.