Wow, this really resonates with me. I live somewhere on the continuum between 'packrat' and 'hoarder.' With separating from my husband, yesterday and today have been a chaotic flurry of fast-decision packing and purging. I have, with the help of three other people, cleared two rooms in the past two days. I bought 20 "book" boxes (12" x 12" x 12"), and 20 "medium" boxes (18" x 20"x 24"), and halfway through today's purge I had to buy 10 more of each. The good news is nearly half of those boxes are now set aside for my sister's and my bi-annual garage sale fundraiser for the Leukemia Society. I'm still moving far more than I should (ugh, 14 boxes are packed full of books that I'm moving) but I've now seen the horror of thousands of dollars of CRAP, much still unopened or used only once, and 20 years of not bearing to part with old papers, photos, etc., condensed down to 60 boxes, 16 kitchen garbage bags full of trash, and 18 cubic feet of recycled cardboard. Good lord. (Also, I am extremely tired and sore.)