(I believe this is from third grade. The weird thing is that I can remember almost everyone’s first name in this picture.)

The other night, I stopped by my parents’ house to “get rid” of some stuff and make more room. When I moved out, I really didn’t “completely” move out. I had left a lot of stuff from my childhood—stuffed animals, pictures, homework assignments/projects, “Good Citizenship” awards, etc.

I’m a pretty sentimental person, despite any desire not to be. I really didn’t end up “getting rid” of a lot of stuff. How could I?! When everything seemed to have a story, whether good or bad, behind it?! Instead, I meandered my way down memory lane and when I was done, stuffed everything back into the drawers where I found them.

I’m trying to start anew and eventually I promise I will get around to purging everything out of there. But, not that night or not right now. Slowly, I will.

There are just too many memories to “give up” all at once.