My mom and I are having a yard sale at her new house Saturday morning in an effort to clean out her shed and pare down. She's been pretty ruthless while going through her things this past week and I spent today going through about ten boxes of mine that haven't seen daylight in six years. I've got that itchy feeling you get when you know you've seen too many spiders for one day.
Digging through my pile of boxes was overwhelming and I asked myself repeatedly why I bothered to keep things like clothes I didn't like even then, a bazillion stuffed animals, and stupid love letters that I intend to burn. The weirdest thing I found by far were my braces. Who keeps that??????
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