Clear out

I drove East today and arrived at home in Yakima around 5:30. I went straight for my room, and began to spontaneously tear apart my closet. Within an hour I had filled 2 trash bags full of clothes to go to the church yard sale. Yikes. Perhaps all that stuff had been weighing me down without me even knowing it, and my brain knew exactly how to fix it as soon as I stepped into my house.



I have way too much stuff.

And all those lip glosses I've collected over the years? Gotta go. Gross.