I am a little bit of a hoarder. Not like the sick kind, but like the I can't let go of sentimental stuff kind. I've been attempting to consolidate some of my old things into just one or two boxes for storage, but I've been struggling.
I thought I'd share a few things I've unearthed recently in my attempt to spring clean. I just can't seem to part with this stuff!
First, I have an ugly, beat up shoebox full of old photos and the like. I feel like most people have a box like this.
Of course, an old Rampage shoebox can't hold everything. I have a bad habit of collecting notebooks and photo albums.
|Hm. It looks so neat and tidy for a bag of hoarder-stuff.|
|There's also a copy of a play I co-wrote in 6th grade. It actually became a school performance. Pretty neat.|
|My old karate medals.|
|A signed copy of a Sugar Ray album. I met them when I was 15; they were super nice.|
|A pack of feminist tarot cards because for awhile I thought maybe I'd become a witch.|
|My cap from undergrad graduation. All the AXOs decorated our caps with a lyre.|
|I was obsessed with recording names for "future children." Ironic, now that I'm child-free.|
|I wonder if I can get this restored somehow...|
I mean...are we supposed to shred or recycle things like this? Or are we saddled with it forever? Will I look through them someday when I'm 80 and be glad I held onto them?
I can't help but think that yeah, I will. Maybe I'm just enabling my hoarding, but...better safe than sorry, right?
Do you have a hard time letting go of sentimental stuff?
Do you have any schoolwork from when you were a kid?
What do you do with old photos, etc?