In which I have too much stuff...

I've only been on this planet for eighteen years, one month, and twenty-one days. How have I amassed so much stuff?

It seems like every few hours, I lug a full garbage bag into the garage to either give away or throw away.

I have mixed feelings about the whole process. It's incredibly cathartic to purge, to simplify, to get back to the basics, but every so often...just as my hand is hovering over the garbage bag, the giant nostalgic monster attacks. It's not pretty.

Example:

Me: This doll is gross. Look at her dress; it's all stained.

Giant Nostalgia Monster: But...but...that was your favorite doll! When you first got her, you were the same size! How could you give away such an important member of your doll family?

Me: Doll family? What in the world? Seriously, did you just come up with that to make me feel guilty?

GNM: Yes. I know how to manipulative you perfectly.

Me: I hate you.

In the end, I won. Bye-bye, dolly!

I'm off to go through more stuff. This cleaning mood I'm in will not last long, so I'd better milk it for all it's worth right now!