Why oh why?

I have spent the last two days, trying to clear everything out of my kitchen. Why oh why did I ever think it might be an idea to have a new kitchen? I must be mad!
I need at least two minutes to take the decision to throw out that saucepan that has lost every bit of shine and beauty and can only be used for boiling unpeeled potatoes. Will I have to use a more pristine one in the future and reduce that to something horrible?
What about the jar of tamarind paste? So exotic that I have never figured out how to use it. And the twirly thing for taking honey out of a jar? But we never eat honey and if we do, it is so solid, we need a knife to get at it.

Decisions, decisions...and ever more boxes are needed. And more and more rubbish bags! But my worst fear is that I will end up with a very functional kitchen and I will not be able to function it.

Reminds me of my brother who aged about 9, flatly refused to have any new clothes made for him. He only relented when our mother promised him that she would have old clothes made for him. That's what I need!