Out with the old

I wish my parents were more like other parents and kept all my childhood stuff stored away. Unfortunately, they’ve pawned it all off back on me. And  I just don’t have the space for it. Every time I move, I clean out a little more. I throw out a few things and slooooowly am cutting down on the crap I’ve collected. I’m talking diaries, drawings, the several versions of my “great novel”, old schoolwork, exams, reports, you name it.

At what point do you get rid of this stuff? I don’t really know. I have a hard time letting go of things.

But this time I’ve purged more than ever before. I really feel like I’m moving into a new stage of life and I don’t need to hold on to the past. I’m not going to need old reports. I don’t want  to read my angsty journals; they make me cringe, and I wouldn’t want anyone else to read them either. I doubt I’ll ever write a bestselling novel, but if I do, it sure won’t stem from the pages and pages I filled when I was eleven years old!

2 thoughts on “Out with the old

  • Reply FB @ FabulouslyBroke.com September 17, 2009 at 23:24

    I tossed it all except really sentimental baby, or yearbook stuff.

    As for my journals, etc..? Toss. Actually, shredded 😛

  • Reply Amber from Girl with the Red Hair September 18, 2009 at 07:32

    Luckily for me my parents still store all my old stuff! I don’t think I could ever bear to get rid of it, though!

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