We moved from our last house to the rental in December of 2013. Man-Child did not unpack. Though this irritated me to no end seeing all those boxes sitting in his room, I understood the why behind his not unpacking. He was at school for the majority of the year and he knew we would be moving again eventually.
We moved into this house in February and those boxes have sat in his room since then, making me increasingly twitchy every time I walked in or by that room. But here we are, approximately 2 1/2 years later, and he has FINALLY unpacked. He and I spent the majority of the afternoon going through each and every box.
The memories he found were priceless, pictures of friends, mementos from various significant life events. He even came across the Words of Wisdom that we had people fill out at his high school graduation party, he re-read each one with a smile on his face - and placed them in the "keep" pile. He also found a bunch of stuff he now realized he'd outgrown. To my surprise, he kept the things I would have suggested that he keep and tossed the same things I would have tossed - he is my child after all.
Before we started, he kept saying that he had nowhere to put all the stuff - by the end he realized that he didn't need all the storage that he thought he needed. We hauled out five bags of trash (not trash, trash but stuff that really couldn't go to charity) and four bags headed to Goodwill. He even admitted that it felt good to have a real room and not a room that felt like a storage room.
And me? I'm feeling MUCH less twitchy. It's a win-win.
Until I walked into my closet - where MC deposited a few boxes which contain household stuff. Now I have to find a home for this stuff...and let's not even think about the garage and all the stuff in there. THAT can wait until the weather turns.