But there were still all those papers, receipts and bills and such, accumulating in a big box. And I have yet to go through the file cabinet and see if I can eliminate anything else, like I managed to get help doing before this move. So I sat down in the living room today with the personal shredder I had been "given" when my former roommate moved out all those years ago (basically, she just needed to not take things home with her, and that was a useful item, so I accepted it as a gift. THANK YOU, former roommate who has not given me permission to identify you here).
So I have a much smaller stack of paper that needs shredding; I have files that could probably use a cleanse but will likely have to wait until after the move; I have a dead shredder that won't go (was never gonna go) back to LA, and will get replaced by a slightly-more industrial design. Ah, me.
Time to celebrate progress, and give thanks for useful lives ended (as well as those other useful lives that have still managed to survive), with wine and coconut cheesecake!