Longing for a childhood that never existed
Over the past week, I’ve begun the daunting task of removing my junk from my parent’s house. The amount of junk that I can’t seem to let go of is unimaginable. I am a pack rat.
I think originally it started with my mother preferring to save things for her grandchildren. The problem with that is she is gone and my kids have way too many toys already. There is not enough room in my 1300 square foot house for their junk and mine.
I don’t know why I can’t seem to let go of stuff. None of it is valuable to anyone else. I have (lots of) toys from my childhood, memorable things from high school, and paraphernalia from jobs I had in high school and college. I guess I have a problem throwing out things that have memories attached to them. I cherish the junk as if I had the happiest childhood and I want to relive it. Newsflash: I didn’t and I don’t.
One day, I’m going to post my Greatest Hits to this blog. I’m sure about 3 and 1 other will happen in less than five months, but I can’t figure out what the fifth one is. We will see.
Nostalgia just isn’t what it used to be.
