#sentimentalhoarder

[mamajuanaa]

How have I accumulated so much shit...

[mamajuanaa]

Oh snap.

Moving to our new place in 2 weeks! I'm so stoked to have more space and be out of this damp flat.

Sidenote: packing suuucks, how have I accumulated so much shit?

[neosweelin]

My favourite old trusty cheap ball point pen. Anyone remember these? Papermate KILOMETRICO... WRITES THOUSANDS & THOUSANDS OF WORDS... KILOMETRICO! 🐾🎵🎶 The days when jingles were ear worms #hoarder #SentimentalHoarder #springcleaning #July #myfavouritethings #throwaway #jingles #tv

[stseanoftheknife]

#SentimentalHoarder #GeaugaLake (at House of Sanguine Bookery)

[whymmkay]

A Sentimental Hoarder

I am a sentimental hoarder with the dream of being a minimalist. I want to live in a small apartment some day and be able to fit all of my belongings in a trunk. The problem is that I keep absolutely everything. I am not going to lie, going through my old stuff can be a really fun moment. You kind of bubble up inside and remember things that could have been forgotten if you didn’t keep that pen or that doll. It can also be really sad though. Remembering lost friends and lost moments. It is unpredictable. You never know how you will feel after rummaging through your old belongings. It isn’t very fun to go through your old things when you have so much that it usually just clutters your mind. 

A couple weeks ago I went through my big bin of pens, pencils, etc. It was pretty much a bin where I would dump all of my pencil case supplies at the end of every school year. Here is my journal entry concerning that day...”It is crazy how even the smallest things can take you back. I was just going through some boxes in attempt to find jars. Instead I came across my pen bin. A good sized, clear, owl covered box filled with all old pens, crayons from kindergarten forward. I came across so many memories going through it but I was really hit with a wave of emotions when I found a dark pink, a yellow, and an orange “color wave” marker set. Just the coarse feel of the grip took me back to grade one when I would tape up a ton of paper on my light yellow walls to teach my class of stuffed animals about coins (since I had just learned about them). The dark pink was my favourite. All of a sudden, I closed my eyes and visioned that scenario. Wishing that I would open my eyes and be back at that time, in my old room as my old self. I never felt so much hope for something so unrealistic before. It was so odd.” 

The point I was trying to get across was...these possessions, all of them, no matter how silly they seem to keep, mean so much to me. I feel guilty about it a lot. I am this girl who has been given such a great life, so great that I continuously have to buy storage bins in order to keep all of my things organized. I shouldn’t keep them all though. It is ridiculous. Yes, it clutters my mind but so many people would do anything for a couple of pencils. There are people without pencils that could be extremely gifted writers or artists and I have a huge bin of them unused except for when I want to remember things. It makes me feel selfish so I am trying really hard to let go of the past and hope my memory remains. I have a great memory but sometimes I think it is because I have kept everything I have ever owned. This sentimental hoarding is a huge part of who I am so expect more writing on this in the future. Thanks for reading my rambling!