In a perfect world, you could somehow walk back into your past and salvage items that you loved. Be an Alice in Wonderland, escaping with long cherished relics that made you happy. In some ways unfortunately, I belong to that group of people that wanted free space, no random belongings cluttering an empty living space. I thought I would one day forget about my abandoned treasures but I have not recovered even with the understanding that it’s just things. I now fall into the wise group of collectors of history, that manage collections with care.
If it weren't for the minor inconvenience of having too little space to keep everything that I’ve owned since I was very young; I would have kept everything. With learning the extremely painful lesson that you shouldn’t toss everything for the desire of being completely organized I feel empowered. I want to express my luck in selecting some great former purchases, I enjoyed them immensely. Or I'm just turning into a nostalgia girl. Though I still can appreciate open space, it doesn’t diminish my love to interact with what makes me happy. I keep things under control by selecting nice boxes, that keep my treasures safe and especially away when they don’t match the interior furnishings. But that does not mean that you toss them...keep your items in nice boxes, you won’t regret it.