Observations from someone with OCD

I've been unpacking and having a moment of self discovery. Well, it's not anything I didn't really know already, but when you see it firsthand…it's a different experience. We all know I'm OCD. I own this, but as I unpack 7 pairs of scissors, 10 new notebooks and enough pens for a third world country I can only shake my head at my own madness. This is all after I did a HUGE purge of crap before leaving Minnesota! In Minnesota I said goodbye to the collection of safety pins I had removed from my dry cleaning. I happily discarded old bills, receipts and instruction manuals for items I no longer own. I donated over 30 bags of clothes over the past 4 months and still I have more than 10 huge boxes of clothes to unpack, and that doesn't count my business clothes. I am hopeless! And while we're at it, what is the deal with my obsession with boxes? I have so many "cute" boxes I could open a store. Yesterday I actually threw away a shoe box I had been saving because it is "sturdy". Not even 5 minutes later my crazy ass dug that box out of the trash because I had found a use for it. Looks like I have some things to work on personally.