The first step to recovery...

... is admitting you have a problem.

I'm taking these first couple of post-finals days to really give my apartment an organization make-over. This of course means I'll be pitching all the crap I don't need and trying to make some sense of the crap I feel like I really do need. And no way do I really need all the junk that I think I need. Still, that's not the point of this post.

Through this process I have validated my concern for my illness of compulsively hoarding empty boxes. I guess I think I need these boxes in case I have to pull an emergency move in 2 hours or less. Or, it is a genetic disorder passed down generation after generation in my family.

I'm guessing it's the latter...and then it is (of course) not my fault. ;)

And not only do I just store empty boxes, but I also leave them intact so I can fill them with smaller empty boxes.

I'm now ready to publicly admit, here and now, that I have a problem. This is my first step to recovery and this is what I removed from my closet.
And some of those have smaller boxes inside. Ridiculous.

Here is my statement...I will no longer purposely hoard empty boxes in my apartment.