Purging

So I like to save things. I like to save everything. I have to save everything.

I think it's a neurological condition, I wonder what Dr. House would say. . .

Anyway, I realize my condition and how potentially fatal it can be. So periodically I go though my things and get rid of my once precious and vital possessions. I decide to do this with the boxes I had stored in my parents attic. What I found was 4 boxes of mementos of my past. Scraps of papers, 11th grade essays, swimming caps, sugar packets and a billion postcards.

After 2 days of shunning the outdoors I am proud to say that I fit 8 years of my life in to 5 shoe boxes. boxes small enough to fit into 1 large box.

Needless to say I am quite proud of myself (an so are my parents)!

It feels good to go though things, let go of memories not needed, remember things I needed to and neatly tuck everything away where it belongs.

Go me!