We unloaded a trunk full of items at Value Village three weekends ago.
We unloaded another at my in-laws' two weekends ago (we apparently have stolen a thing or two of theirs over the years... mostly reusable food containers... with food in them).
Last weekend, I found another trunk full of crap lingering in our 806 square foot apartment.
The good news is that our new car is a hatchback, so while the trunk space might be the same as our old sedans mathematically, most of that space is vertical, and I consider the trunk to be "full" when there is no more floor space.
The bad news is that I know there is at least another 3 trunk loads full of crap in our suddenly-starting-to-feel-less-cramped apartment. And now we're getting into the sentimental crap.
The clothes my parents gave me for Christmas a few years ago because they were so "Me" (but were almost identical to items already existing in my closet).
The nicknacks from my grandmother's house that she passed on to us as she moved into smaller and smaller accomodations.
The cookie jar from Scott's youth that is shaped as a dragon, which is awesome, but is pink, which isn't so awesome.
Somethings, like the clothes, have collected enough dust in the closet that I can slip them into the giveaway pile. Somethings (like the pink dragon cookie jar) we display and hope everyone sees the "dragon" and not the "pink." Somethings go into the nearly-over-flowing-no-mom-i-won't-tell-you-which cupboard for the items where the thought outweighs the use.
How do you deal with items with so much sentimental value that you can't bear to part with them, but that don't necessarily fit into your life?