Oh man this post hits close to home.
My dad was a hoarder. Mom was a purger.
My wifes mom is a hoarder. Her dad is a purger.
We're a mix of both. I will hoard shit but I always hit a moment where I'm like "I'm getting rid of half of my shit. Today. Goodwill."
Wife had semi-recently bought some giant plastic airplane bed for our 4yo for like 5 bucks. It got piled into the garage and then we quickly realized it was shit and we needed to trash it. But we live in NB where there is no bulk trash day like Austin and when it comes you have to load up your shit into a truck and take it to the local elementary school. So I did that last weekend. Under the bed crap were boxes of crap that she had ALREADY BOXED FOR GOODWILL. As we're loading the bed stuff she's like "what are these boxes?" .. me: "you put these together for Goodwill a while back". ... her: "no way.. there's a fucking Coach purse in here... we need to go through these boxes again"
So now I get to go through boxes of Goodwill shit again to determine if it's actually crap. My fault for not taking that crap out earlier.