We've got way too many file cabinets and drawers, each of which bulges and resists new immigrants. Cabinets stand in my study downstairs, in Joyce's study upstairs, out on the screened porch, which, one day (soon?), we hope to convert to a bedroom.
In my memoir Schoolboy (2012--which deals, mostly, with my early teaching career), I write about the feeling when I first arrived in my first classroom, #116, in what's now called Craddock School but in the fall of 1966 was the Aurora Middle School. Here's what I wrote in that text (available on Amazon--Kindle Direct):
The operative word there is empty. There was nothing in that file cabinet--nothing there for me to use in class. And so I spent much of my career filling that cabinet (and many others like it). When Joyce and I joined forces in late 1969, she commenced her additions.