I am attached to certain things. They carry memories or they remind me of certain people or I just really like them. There is a straw hat that I've had since I was a child that my mom called my "Madeline hat" because I loved the books back then and it's kind of like the hats the girls wear at the boarding school. My best friend got me a tiny silver jewelry box with my name on it which reminds me of her every time I get my necklaces from it. I also have a mug shaped like Epcot Center which I got the summer my family went on a vacation to Florida and went to Key West and Ernest Hemingway's house, trudged through the rain at Universal Studios Orlando, and, of course, visited Disney World. These are just a few of the things that I had in my old room, a.k.a. the tower.
After ten years in that room, I recently moved to another room in the house with Micah. The transition took a lot more work than I thought because of two things: 1) I wanted to paint our new room before moving in and 2) I just had so much stuff. So much.
We couldn't move all of the stuff into the room before painting, so all of our things - my clothing, shoes, books, stuffed animals, and various wall scrolls, old CDs, a skateboard, and more - occupied the living room of the house for a few days. When everything was finally out of the tower, I couldn't help but feel shocked by how much stuff I had. Micah's stuff was there too, but he really just had a couple of suitcases. Just looking at all the clothes I had, I could only think, "I will never ever wear all of these clothes as much as I'd like." I found myself thinking that I didn't even like some of the stuff I had bought for myself. I just bought them because they were on sale, whether I needed them or not. There were things I weren't attached to, things that I didn't love.
I read The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo a few years ago and her philosophy was to get rid of things that didn't "spark joy" and the things that didn't do that had served their purpose and could either be thrown away having done their job or be given away to someone who would find utility or joy in that item.
I had done some tidying up over the years, getting rid of a small amount of things that I really didn't want or need anymore. But finally seeing everything in a different place (a usually less cluttered place) was a wake up call. I didn't need all that stuff. It was impossible for me to actually use all of that stuff. I needed to let go.
P.S. The Madeline hat, my jewelry box, and my Epcot mug made it to the new room.