I woke up this morning with the strangest thought in my head — I had suddenly remembered I no longer had the unicorn music box I had gotten when I was 15 or 16. Yes, I was one of those girls, obsessed with unicorns, but that’s besides the point.
At what point I lost it, I don’t know. I can’t even remember what song it played. I just knew that I really liked it. Then I started thinking about other “stuff” that had disppeared over the years: Cabbage Patch dolls, jewelry boxes, the softball glove my dad had bought me when I started playing in fourth grade. Where did it all go? In particular, I really miss the softball glove, but again, it was just “stuff.”
And too much stuff can clutter your life. I don’t know where much of my childhood things have gone, although I do still possess a few cherished items, such as a teddy bear my grandmother gave me. But these things are packed away, just another box in the basement. I keep old photographs, old books, old ticket stubs.
It makes me wonder: When do memories become clutter? I suppose if you declutter your life, you’ll still have your memories. But sometimes, I like to take out my old items and use them to jog my memory, to remember specific happy moments in my life.
Mr. Saver and I have barely been in our new home a year, and already I see things piling up — books, papers, my old computer, magazines. I think it’s time to clean up around here. Clear out the “stuff” and start fresh. What better time than spring?