Hoarder's paradise

It seems like at least once a year, something happens, and at least one room in my house ends up looking kind of like this:

We're living in a hoarder's paradise, y'all.  We needed to clear out our stage unit, because we're getting a quote on moving services from a company, and they need to see it ALL.  I like to live in this state of denial where I'm convinced that we don't have too much crap until I'm forced to face reality.  Because the reality is, this was after we gave away half of what was in our storage, and with part of what we had going straight into our garage because it was already packed correctly.

Clearly, we have some emotional attachments to stuff that we might want to consider working through.

Also, neither one of us had any idea just how much camping gear we actually have.  We couldn't outfit a boy scout troop or anything, but we could probably take a small group of friends out no problem.  Which is funny, since the last time we camped was 3 years ago.

So if you don't hear from me again for a while, you might want to consider sending a search party to make sure we didn't get trapped under piles of our own creation.