I just started clearing out my old bedroom (which I’ve had since I was 13), meanwhile my mom has been rightfully nagging me to do this for months now. When I moved to San Diego a few years back, I left without taking care of it but now that I know that my move is pretty much permanent, I gotta get rid of, pack up or donate all my stuff. The photo on the right is of this old postcard I received from friends while they were touring Europe (2005). I had totally forgotten about it as I did with a bunch of other things that have been collecting dust under my bed or on my shelf. I even found an old (circa ’98) printed out email from my long lost Australian pen pal (back in the day, when people had longer attention spans, I use to print out my emails since they were so long (over 2 pages) and annoying to read on a CRT screen).
Moving in this sort of fashion can be annoying and tiresome but it also helps me realize that I hold onto so much useless junk (some jems but mostly garbage).
