sjsprWriting

Over the years, I have accumulated a ton of things that have very little emotional significance for me. Yet, it seems as if I always keep some sort of souvenir from every moment of my childhood. Pins, clips, friendship bracelets, pottery pieces, tea cup sets, 3 American Girl dolls, Lilo and Stitch CDs, boxed Barbie dolls, board games, an extensive amount of purses I never use, and clothes I want to “save for my children” fill my room up to its maximum capacity.

I might be a hoarder… yeah, I’m probably a hoarder.

But now that I’m thinking about moving out of my room and into a college dorm, a ton of emotional stress is consuming me, and pushing me to donate half of my crap.

The saddest part about this whole experience is that I’m giving away the memories of my childhood. But then again, aren’t we all giving away our childhood? Moving into a mental space of preparing for college excites me, but saddens me too because I feel that I’ll be abandoning this part of my life, and moving onto a new chapter filled with the unknown. Waking up in a blanket other than one of safety leaves my thoughts scattered, and my mind cluttered.