Thursday, September 19, 2013

heart of the matter

Do you remember the end of Father of the Bride, the 90's version? Annie is packing up her room the night before her wedding as her parents head to bed. Then due to some wedding night jitters runs into George downstairs on their family basketball court. Annie tells him, "It was so strange packing up my room. You know how you have always trained me never to throw anything away. So like I have all these ratty stuffed animals and yearbooks...my old retainer...all my old magic tricks. And I actually packed it all. I just didn't want to let it go. I mean, I know I can't stay, but it's like I don't want to leave." Today while attempting to unpack some of the boxes we haven't opened since we moved to our new place a couple months ago this quote came to mind. I have so many ticket stubs, stuffed animals and childhood toys that I can't seem to throw away even though I will never need them again. I've read suggestions before about taking photos of sentimental objects and then throwing out whatever it is. While I think that sounds great in theory, I would still struggle to part with the physical object. It doesn't seem like a photo can really convey the texture, color and weight of something that's traveled with you from city to city. Do you have an approach that works for you when sorting through sentimental belongings? I did read this post by The Minimalists, which I found helpful. I'm definitely going to be taking the "baby step" approach.


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