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2 years ago
Did a good bit of sort and trash this weekend in the process of trying to move the bed from one room to the other.
I figure that by the time we’re done with that room, I’ll be able to tackle the other, even with its particular problems.
With J watching over me, it was a bit easier to actually toss stuff that I would otherwise keep around purely for sentimental value, including a stack of old cards and letters, some of which were meaningless, but others of which were very significant at some point in my life… even now maybe. Still, trash is trash. If all I’m going to do is look later and wonder why I still have it, there’s no reason to keep it. Photos are one thing, but birthday cards are another entirely.
