cleaning, ugh.

being back home at my mom's house, i realize what a hoarder i truly am. as i have no excuse not to, my mom has demanded that try to clean out my childhood things. not that she is trying to be cruel, but we both know that i like to treasure oddities, meaning a lot of it's crap. some of it has brought on waves of nostalgia for the days pre-employment rat race. i have old letters written to me by pen-pals, bff's and who is now my husband that reference events and people i no longer remember. i have memorabilia that have little meaning now though i still remember that at one point, it was IMPERATIVE that i buy another sticker/button/pen that had the name of whatever place we were visiting. i have photos of people i no longer keep in contact with but whose picture i am loathe to toss (thank god for digital and the little space that it requires to keep). when i am employed and busy with work, i have little time to delve into the past and recount these memories. i suppose i should take this time to reflect a bit, especially in light of the new years and all.