My Desk, revisited

A few months ago, my parents cleaned out their basement. As a result, a ton of stuff that had called the basement home came back my way. I also received the edict that nothing belonging to me could return home. My things were kicked out.

It's fair. I'm 30. I should have my own junk. Plus, since my family shares my problem of making every object an object of importance, I should support all of their efforts to clean house.

My mother has decided to reverse the rule for one thing--my desk. It seems my family is willing to store my desk. I don't have to sell it to the only bidder (there has not been a whole lot of interest, a la Craig's list). My desk will stay in my family...just in the basement.