I have to admit that I have a bit of a hoarding tendency. To me, objects are memories and whether I’m looking at the grotesque clay mask I made in art class in Grade 7 or the railroad spike I found while crossing the old trestle with a group of friends in Grade 9, seeing those objects always has me thinking about so many amazing moments. In fact, even the house I live in is full of memories, since it’s the one in which I was raised.
But now it seems that I may be moving in 2015 and that means that not only will I be leaving the home I know so well once and for all, I will also need to do a lot of downsizing. Getting rid of some things will be easy. After all, I never really use that juicer so why keep it? But others, the items that are holding memories for me…those will be harder to lose.