it’s crazy how strong emotions attached to physical items can be. i’m not a hoarder by any means but every time i move, i have the same box or two of stuff that remains mostly untouched because of past memories as well as potential future ones looking through all the letters, yearbooks, and items w my kids.

outside the emotional side, keeping it all takes up so much room. each time i have to load stuff into a truck, i’m reminded how much i take for granted that i can leave things behind at my parents.