The Clutter of Life

Back home after a trip to Glasgow to sort out my mother's clothes. It was exhausting. The driving and the getting there, because it is a LONG journey, but emotionally too. It was just her clothes and personal things I was dealing with. My stepfather still lives in their house, and it remains his home, so it wasn't a huge job. Just a sad one.
When I got home, I looked around my own house and everything seems unbearably cluttered and messy, and FULL. I have an urge to throw away half of what I own, clear it all out, have a more streamlined life. Last night I dreamt of cardboard boxes, which perhaps I should see as a sign? Because if I dropped dead next week, I would leave all this confusion for my lovely son, and really, that would NOT be good.
I guess the first thing I need to do, is finally, force myself to deal with getting in touch with my ex and arranging to get the last of her things from this house to her, while collecting the things she still has of mine. Its not that I even WANT much from that house now, but she does still have some paintings and personal things of mine that I do want. And anyway. The point is not to get more things here, but to have it DONE and sorted. Its been two and a half years since I moved out. Long enough, you would think, to have unresolved issues.
So. I am on holiday this week. At some point, I shall try and write a e mail. Start things moving.