just cleaning my room, opening lids of old boxes, finding vintage belongings, looking back at old middle school kodak film pictures, holding little knick-knacks in my hands--all of it brings back memories of the past. i hadn't realized how big of a pack rat i was and possibly still am, beneath the surface of all these growing years. each time i say it's time to throw things out, i end up storing them somewhere in the hidden corners. unknowingly, i eventually stuff them from time to time to god-knows-where and somehow manage to come across these objects again when i decide to do massive sweep cleaning. now it's time to separate the difference between things that should be thrown away and things that should be kept behind. it comes down to what's really worth holding and remembering in your hands.