My dad was a packrat, but he didn't have any sense of organization. He would spend half a day looking for some obscure part that he was sure he had saved, but couldn't remember where. We were only 5 miles from town, but it seemed like he would waste the whole day to avoid driving to town and spending a dollar. His tools were usually wherever he last used them. Nothing seemed to have a home.
These experiences had an effect on me. I live only 1.5 miles from Home Depot, so I don't even keep large quantities of supplies in stock. I'd rather let them store it. I don't keep scraps of wood shorter than about 6 inches unless it's cherry, which I keep for smoking meat. I throw things away that don't work anymore unless I know what I'll use them for. I guess I'd rather spend the money than live with the clutter and the frustration of not being able to find anything. I cherish my tools and I know right where to find just about every tool I own.
I guess we are all products of our raising, one way or another . . .
“We should be careful to get out of an experience only the wisdom that is in it and stop there lest we be like the cat that sits down on a hot stove lid. She will never sit down on a hot stove lid again and that is well but also she will never sit down on a cold one anymore.” - Mark Twain