A keeper

Been sorting through all my boxes, where I keep all my so-called treasures, only to find that more than half, as in almost all (!), are junk and purely junk at that :( Aduiii (Oh dearie me), how I have dragged around all these stuff from half-way round the world... There are now three large boxes of bits and ends that need trashing. ... ...Wendell has now disposed of them...

Of course, I couldn't get rid of everything! That would be like denying myself the need to have memories. I did confine the mementos to a small card box though. Not surprisingly, photos topped the list, followed by things like tickets, cards, letters, and the like. Gosh, I even keep maps from some 15 years ago. One letter was 28 years old!

My memories are so important to me. Based on those points in life that have borne witness to the strongest (and weakest) parts of myself, I form an understanding of who I was, am, and have become. All these paper-trail are reminders of my life's journey, no matter how insignificant that old torn ticket seems. Or significant... sigh, that never-torn ticket to a university homecoming will forever haunt me... why, oh why, did I not go? Bill Clinton, president at the time, was the speaker! Oh well...

Now, if only I can sort out the mountain of photo albums before me! So many photos to sort out, which to keep, which to pitch??