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My family is having a yard sale June 28. I'm supposed to be spending my free time going through my things to see what I want to sell. The weird thing is that when I first started looking, I didn't have much of anything to sell. Everything had a story behind it, and I wanted to keep the stories more than I wanted to keep the things. Each time I put something in the pile of things to sell, I feel like I'm breaking off a little commitment to my past, like selling the stuffed owl I got for having all A's in fifth grade or the sweater I wore the last time I saw my great-grandmother alive will make me miss those times less. It's making me feel unanchored and a little restless, and I've started to want to just keep going through and weeding out my possessions a little at a time. It makes me want to go somewhere loud and full of people I don't know, because it's hard to be anonymous when I'm surrounded with all this stuff.