I did end up getting rid of one box. But not one box of stuff. I consolidated. Now there are fewer boxes and just a tiny bit less stuff.
I couldn't bring myself to get rid of the things in that closet for the most part. Shortly before I got married and moved into my husband's house, my parents moved out of their house (the one where I spent all of high school and stored all my pre-college life stuff). Consequently, I spent one weekend before their move packing up my room at my parents' house and stowing the boxes in Tyler's office closet. Most of what I could chuck, I chucked in Durham rather than hauling it into my new life with me.
So, while I didn't get rid of much yesterday, I did rediscover some treasures, such as...
- a "tooth pillow" in which to store lost teeth for the tooth fairy, made by Grandma Likness
- a doily and some figurines that I actually took out of the boxes and put around the house
- an album full of pictures and memorabilia of our childhood dog, including the song we wrote about her (really, we did)
- all my stuff from my study abroad semester in Finland
- a news clipping of my brother driving his race car at the Orange County Speedway
- scrapbooks from before the days of acid-free paper and die-cut shapes
- the best stories I wrote in elementary and middle school, all typed on the Apple IIGS and printed with the trusty dot matrix printer
- journals and other incriminating evidence of awkward adolescence that should probably be incinerated at first opportunity
- all the tumble-polished rock jewelry from Great Grandpa Boehm
- a gift from the museum guft shop from my best friend in first grade