George Carlin says that we all need a place to put our stuff. That's why people have homes. There wouldn't be any need to stake out particular territory, assign it an address, and set up shop inside of it if we just didn't need that place to put our stuff.  I'm not one to argue with George Carlin because, for the most part, I think George is dead on target with most of his observations. But in this particular case I don't think George explored the intricacies of housing our stuff as thoroughly as he might have. For one thing, he didn't happen to mention what people should do when they have entirely too much stuff for the place they've chosen to put it. But then maybe George didn't want to complicate the subject. So, George is correct about needing that place to store our stuff. I'm just going to expound a bit on the stuff George missed.

Like what to do when you have entirely too much stuff, but you have to move to a new storage facility. My first solution was to torch all the old stuff and buy new. This is the ideal solution if one is independently wealthy. Unfortunately, I am not.

Instead I quickly learned the art of removing all sentimentality from my possessions and looking at them through the focus of will use again before the end of the decade. This drastically reduces the stuff storage limits. It also helps to have a wonderful sanitation engineer expert. I had no idea just how good my choice of refuse removal professionals was until I moved. I quickly found out that my guys would haul away anything but large appliances and anything containing Freon. That information was like getting the Keys To The Kingdom.

I also discovered Goodwill. They take anything still usable. And I had lots of that.  The thing is, I should have started with the sorting process about a year before moving so nothing non-essential would get carted off to the new place.

Unfortunately I had no prior warning that both my landlord and his wife would die within 3 months of each other, and that Bob, the executor of their estate, would see dollar signs where I saw my storage facility.  BTW, Bob isn't Bob's real name. Bob is named Bob because he looks exactly like the Bob from Twin Peaks who killed Laura Palmer. Finding Bob on one's doorstep is a scary proposition at best. It can be made worse if Bob brings his girlfriend who looks exactly like Elvira. Bob and Elvira make a striking couple; they do not make very good landlords. Bob and Elvira wanted to sell my storage facility and they really wanted to sell it to me.  When that didn't work out, they decided to turn the house over to the Realtor from Hell to sell for them.