Garage cleaning

So, I'm not sure what is going on at the mysterious treatment center, but I decided to fill my time by purging...the garage that is. Out go the fake Christmas tree, ornaments, paint cans, broken pots, old computers. I need room, even if it isn't a room I see. I need less clutter, less stuff confusing my life. I'm going to have it all hauled away while my husband is gone. All of it. Part of me wants to be ready to pack up and go at any time, just in case he comes to the conclusion that he doesn't want to live, or to be married, or to be married to me. Stuff anchors you to a place, to a life. No stuff, no (or lighter) anchor. Who knows, 6 months from now I might be living in another town with a completely different life. My plan is to do 2 constructive things a day. Today was getting his car tested for emissions so I can renew his tabs, and getting my stolen car affadavit notarized. Tomorrow, cat food and a haircut (2 bits). Wow, I'm a real action hero. Later...