Because then I'll know where I'm up to
3 years ago
The attic and my old bedroom back at my parents’ house are full of piles and piles of useless CRAP. This Summer I promised to get rid of it, but the thought of approaching such a task makes me feel genuinely scared. Even though most of it is meaningless junk, I just know I’ll have problems either throwing or giving a lot of it away. I just can’t stop being a “stuff person”. It drives me mad.
