While loading my clothes up, I was kind of laughing to myself walking up and down the stairs with multiple trips to the car, saying to myself that I have a problem... Once I got to our friend's house and had to bring all the clothes inside, I realized that I really DO have a problem, and it's no laughing matter. I'm a HOARDER! A hoarder of clothes. I had a 'come to Jesus' session with myself. I have a lot of work ahead of me. Someone is going to be blessed with a large clothing donation soon :)
In the midst of moving, I had to pack my bag. I accepted a new job last week and start today. I took the very long flight to Seattle last night. This is what I call my 'conversation piece' of luggage. It's big, ghetto, bright, easily spotted and you can't see the handle, but it's duck tape. I love this ghetto bag!
Am I the only Hoarder out there?
Any advice is appreciated, I'm beyond counseling at this point :)