Hoarders Paradise

Ever watch the TV show "Hoarders" and think, 'Thank God, I don't live like that. How do people get to that point?' Or worse yet you see it and realize, 'OMG, that's the old lady across the street' or your grandparents or the house you grew up in. Well, I opened up the Accidental Duplex and quickly realized that house is now my house.

From the outside, it appears the easiest point of entry to the Accidental Duplex is through the backdoor. Well, don't judge this duplex by its exterior. I was only able to open it about three inches at first because it was so full of junk. A lowered shoulder and a sucked-in gut allowed me to get in enough to actually open the door. This is what I found:



Getting that far, to where you can physically stand in the house or at least its back porch, took more than an hour. I came back another afternoon and started to really dig into the back porch of crap. Maybe it all of this stuff was just concentrated toward the end of the house? At the end of Day 2, it became obvious the answer was no. I was able to get into the kitchen, which was filled with even more crap than the back porch. Much more crap. After about four hours I was able to move enough stuff around and take enough stuff out I could get about six feet inside the kitchen. From there I could see farther into the Accidental Duplex and there was even more crap everywhere. However, to trail blaze that far into the structure I had to take this out of it.



Among the items in there were milk crates filled with old keyboards (think Apple II), a rolling cooler, bottles of new Sierra-brand anti-freeze, a police tricycle for kids and commercial-grade garbage bags. The latter of that really came in handy. So three huge garbage bags later I was able to put a lot of back inside and still be able to walk through it and lock the door.