Discarding-ly Challenged
There is a sickness, kind of a defect in my genes, which I've inherited from my both parents. I'm attached to useless stuff for the sake of memories and sentimental meanings. I've ticket stabs, airplane boarding passes, ugly drawings done by various people, fancy gift boxes, my toys since early childhood, some school books and stationeries, selected clothes that I've been wearing since I was 2 years old along with some stuff that might or might not come to use in future, and that's a tricky business, because either we don't remember having them or we are not able to find them when needed through these piles of useless stuff.
It is not just me. Everyone in my family seems to be doing this. This is pretty impressive for a family that has moved across the country twice. And for me considering that I've moved across the continents twice. Maybe if I had kept a journal, I did not have to drag all these along all these years. Recently I feel like my memory is failing me. It could be a good thing. I could throw all these things away and not remember what I had to pity what's lost. Only if I find someone who is capable of throwing "stuff" away...