The meaning of crap...

Have I mentioned lately that I'm moving? Like tomorrow? Oh...I have? Oh...a thousand times? Really?  Yeah...sorry about that. There are very few things I HATE more in the world than moving. Blame in on a childhood full of boxes, packing tape, and moving trucks. I would almost rather go to that dentist I went to when I first moved to Tampa. For those of you who haven't heard the story....think along the lines of a seat mate with uncontrollable gas on a cross country flight. Not pretty.

Anyway, I'm really trying very hard to take a different mental approach to this move. First of all, it's actually one of the easiest I've ever had since I'm literally moving five minutes down the road. So instead of having to pack everything up in one shot, I've been taking my time at it or as my mother so eloquently put it early this week...slowly turning two homes into a disaster area. Second of all, I'm trying to look at this move as an opportunity to purge. See the last post I wrote if you have any questions about my need to get rid of stuff...

As I was unpacking a box earlier today in the new house - I had an epiphany of sorts. Am I the only person that collects sentimental souvenirs that eventually cease to have any meaning? I have jars of sea shells in my special curio that have spent the last, who knows how many years, sitting next to some of the most valued treasures I own...and yet I couldn't tell you where even one of those shells came from. I'm sure at one time those shells were really important, like, for a month after I came home from whatever vacation I procured them from....but the last beachy vacation I took was probably in 2002 and I really don't know if I even picked up any shells then or if they made it into the curio. 

 I'm a firm believer in leaving something behind for the generations that come after me, but if what I'm leaving behind has very little value to me, why would I kid myself into thinking that someone else would find value in it? Morale of the story....keep only what you will remember and what maintains sentimental value for you....or else label the jar so you can jog your memory in a pinch...