Possession...
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I just finished trauling through the drawers of my desk in my bedroom- determined to be the ruthless destroyer of needless possessions that I'd accumulated. I parted ways with things that a few years ago would have seemed too precious for words as well as other things that I am not sure why I really kept all this time.
Dancing medals that each student got at the end of year concert, my schoolies pass, the name tag that I wore the day that Em and I went to UWS Parramatta after I found out I got the scholarship.
But there were other things that I could not part ways with. Portrait photos from year 7, and 8. My year 8 and year 9 school reports. Negatives that I have no idea what photos they are for, but might just be a favourite old photo that I would hate to not be able to see again.
And this is just proof that I have always been a hoarder. Mum would have to wait until I was out of the house sometimes when I was little to throw away some of the useless garbage that I would cling onto, cry uncontrollably about if it was to be suggested that maybe I could throw out the sticker or plastic toy from a lolly, or scrumpled up painting from months ago at pre-school.
I find that I hold onto these items not always for a sense of attachment to them now, but the thought that maybe in 5 years time I would like to look back and see the certificate I got given at Presentation day in year 8 for Debating.
However, I am surprised to see the number of books and clothes that I have decided to get rid of. Of course, there are the favourites that I just cannot part with. Like Dahl's Matilda, or Brian Caswell's View From Ararat. Truth be told, I do still read these books every now and then. I particularly love returning to my good friend Matilda each time I'm in the midst of a really hectic time of my life, like my HSC exams or middle of uni semester and allow myself to be taken away, and to wish for the thousandth time that I could move things with my eyes too.