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I just thought to myself, "What should I do with all the stuff I don& #39;t want but that my kids might want someday?" and realized: It& #39;s official. I have become my parents.
I made a rule for myself when I had kids: Don& #39;t keep anything that *I* don& #39;t want. They& #39;re going to get everything eventually anyway, but they don& #39;t need things that I otherwise might have gotten rid of.
This rule is brought to you by the SEVEN BOXES of paper and other miscellaneous my parents gifted to me when they finally retired and downsized. Buttons from all the hardcore bands I listened to in high school; writing assignments dating back to second grade. WHY.
And these were boxes of stuff that survived the MULTIPLE (!!) times I went through my childhood bedroom and told my mom, "I have everything I want. Please get rid of everything else." WHY DID THEY KEEP THIS STUFF. WHY.
But now I& #39;m in that same weird space. My high school diploma? The picture of me and my friend Jack from the Senior Boat Dance? A printed photo of me in front of the St. Louis Arch from when I was in college? This is all going to end up in one of THOSE boxes.
Because this is not stuff I need on display in my home, but I also don& #39;t want to toss it. So I know, that just like my mother, I& #39;m going to end up keeping it as a literal time capsule to my childhood and young adulthood. For what? For who?
And just so we& #39;re abundantly clear on this: This thread is a cry for help. If you have any ideas on what I should do with this shit that is somewhere in between keeping it and throwing it away, PLEASE TELL ME. I am at a complete loss.
