Letting Go

As I'm sorting and flinging stuff again I wonder where did it all come from? We are planning on having a yard sale sometime in the next few weeks. So I pack this stuff up and it is sitting in boxes in the corner as we continue getting ready for a yard sale. I ask where did it come from but as I sift through the boxes this morning I take out a book I remember reading to my baby... when he was a baby some sixteen years ago. Almost every item in those boxes has a memory attached with it.

I'd rather just toss the stuff and be done with it. It is hard enough letting go of the place I've called home for the past 26 or 27 years. Now I'm having to let go of all these things so we fit into a smaller house. A house I might call home one day. 

If I donate to Goodwill it's a tax write off at the end of the year.

I think I'm talking myself right out of a yard sale.

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