Cobwebs and memories

I'm a hoarder. I don't like to throw things away especially anything that has even a hint of sentimentality attached to it. This means that I've accumulated boxes, kists and cupboards filled with books, photos, diaries, birthday cards, Christmas cards, letters - remember getting letters delivered to you by a postman that weren't of the bill variety?- and clothes.

I'm trying to sort through things that I can't live without or don't want to and the things that I really need to let go and chuck out. I'm trying to be strong and brave. It is hard. I've pretty much kept a diary since the age of 9 or 10 but some of those have been lost or maybe I'm still going to find them. I did find one from 16years ago - I'd almost love to go back to that time and have the thoughts and worries I had then.

My books. I've got so many. I just gave away most of the books I accumulated in Edinburgh. Now I've got the job of deciding what books get to go with me and what books I need to bid farewell to and give to charity. I'd almost made the decision to only keep books that had been gifted to me or that I don't think I'll be able to replace when I got slammed by a huge wave of nostalgia and couldn't do it. I packed both piles of books back into the box they'd come from and decided to move onto clothes.

Clothes - these need to be sorted into 3 categories: Still wear, will never wear again and hope to fit into again (sigh). I'm exhausted. Trips down Memory lane can be tiring.

So I'm going to have a nap and hopefully dream of happy times. When I wake I may feel ready to tackle the clothes box!