Finally got the two bags of donations and the box of books out of my car. This means they went to the Salvation Army/Half Price Books store, not back into my humble abode.
I cleared out 4 containers of stuff from my childhood bedroom in less than an hour. This is particularly important because it shows a marked difference between my previous self and who I am today. As I child, I wanted to collect everything. Mostly this just ended up a mish-mash of dusty junk; sea shells, polished rocks, horse figurines and miniature tea sets. Today, I define my collections differently.
Today, I collect memories; I collect experiences; I collect space. I do not collect doo-dads, marbles, tchotchkes, or polished rocks (despite vehement protests from my inner-ten-year-old).
