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[brittangel777]

Parting with memories = sucky. I'm cleaning my room, getting rid of everything superfluous to my life as a semi-unencumbered adult. I've just thrown out the rose that I got at prom, a kitten mask that I made out of plaster of paris strips, and so much more. I have a folder full of get well cards from my class the time I had pneumonia in elementary school. I have posters on the wall of German musicals and pictures from Romania, Hungary, and Germany. I have 6 million little girl purses hanging on my wall, too. I have a note my mom put in my lunch in elementary school. I have every school notebook that I've used since highschool. Some even from middle and elementary school. I have a paper teddy bear stashed away in my closet with the signatures of every kid in my kindergarten class. I have numerous half-burned candles lying around. Old editions of Brio. More books than I know what to do with. German magazines. Stuffed animals. LOTS of stuffed animals. Three alarm clocks, only one of which I use. Old paperdolls, some store-bought and some handmade. Fabric scraps. Old textbooks that my sisters passed on to me when I was in my "curious and willing to read anything" stage. Picture of aforementioned stabbed cousin when he was in 4th grade or so. Picture of my best friend in 3rd grade. Pencils and pens like you wouldn't believe. Tapes with no covers. Covers with no tapes. Pictures, pictures, pictures. Failed scrapbooking attempts. Failed/unfinished sewing, crafting, crocheting, knitting, cross-stitching attempts.

And boxes stacked one-and-one-half Ruth E.'s tall in the front hallway, waiting for me to declutter my room so that I can finally unpack.

Did I mention I also have 4 or 5 old calendars that I'm entirely loathe to part with?

At least this time I'm not crying over throwing out a bendystraw.