I spent this weekend going through my old boxes at my parents place. It was crazy going back and seeing all my old journals (22 of them!) and reading stuff like, "I just watched a movie and I had a good time, tomorrow will be fun too" (grade 3) to other much more embarrassing things such as poetry from my teenage years, snippets of short stories, doodles of headless mermaids, confessions of crushes and lust and hurt and fear and everything in between. Man. Crazy stuff to see all that emotion poured onto paper fit into 1 U-Haul box.
I also spent time deciding what was trash amongst my old childhood toys - which was kind of emotional. But yeah...it had to be done.
Speaking of trash and treasure - take a look at this.
