I can't throw that away! I sneezed in it when I was 4!!

I'm essentially packing up the entire previous twenty years of my life this week. Packing up one's life, however long or short it has been, is not an easy task. This task is made even more difficult if the space you are trying to move everything into is smaller than the space it currently occupies. But I'm not going to think about that part yet, right now the organizational space in my brain is dedicated to putting like things together (pens go with pencils, CDs and DVDs in the same box, dust bunnies with ...oh wait... I don't want to take those with me!).

Every now and then I pick up a notebook I wrote in when I was five, or stationary I wrote my letters on when I was seven, even the basket I made in fourth grade that won first place at the county fair. Each and every thing I pick up has some memory attached to it. And don't get me started with my stuffed animals! I'm even listing to old Adventures in Odyssey and Captain Patch cassette tapes while I'm doing all this.

I know I'm a nostalgic sentimentalist, I've known this fact for many years. And I love every minute of it.