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I am beginning to go through five years worth of belongings, in preparation for the move to London. Five years of classes, readings, papers, bills, leases, breakups, friends, jobs, paychecks, letters, movies, tickets, journals of travels, shoeboxes of photographs. Oh, nostalgia. I opened my trunk and was hit with it, and after almost completing the task I started out to finish, I feel like I could cry. Indifference, emotions, memories, anger, happiness. I'm overwhelmed and exhausted after going through it all.