The worst part of moving is having to go through all your stuff. You can go about it a few different ways. You could throw almost everything away to start afresh. You could sort through everything and decide what you will keep and pack or what you don't want to keep. You could also choose to pack everything and sort through it once you have to unpack. I would have picked the last choice; however, my parents preferred the second and therefore that is what happened.

The last time I went home, it felt like I hand't been there for years. My home appeared to be very different since Christmas about 6 months ago. My parents were finally finished upgrading, painting, and preparing to sell the house and move.

I procrastinated cleaning and going through my stuff as long as I could. I knew it had been a long time since I went through all my things in my room and closet. Plus I even had random items in other closets throughout the house. I would have rather spent my time with my family playing cards or watching a movie. But alas, I had put it off for way too long.

In the end, it had taken me 3 and a half hours to sort through all my things. But the time I spent sorting was not the worst part. Through the entire 3 hours it was very hard to me to sort through everything. I still had toys from when I was a tween, books, old clothes, an ungodly amount of stuffed animals, etc. I think if they had a show called teenage hoarders, I would have been on it.

(This gif is 100% me. KEEP EVERYTHING)

Even 5 or more years later, I still had a difficult time throwing things away. I think I found a book about animals from my 7th birthday and I wanted to keep that. Keep in mind I had never even opened it.

Some people would say I have a problem. But really I was scared when I was younger that I would want to use everything again, even though I almost never did.

At the end of all my sorting, I had to go back through my keep and pack pile to make sure I was positive that I should keep everything. Instead of asking myself if I could use it again. I had to ask myself if I needed it and or if I would really miss it. I really had to let go of a few things. And I had to realize it is okay to let go.

Just because I am moving away from my childhood home and I am choosing to get rid of some of my favorite childhood belongings, doesn't mean the memories will go away. In times when I need to be reminded of sleepovers with friends, sister's nights, or even reasons why I ended things with exes; the memories will come. I don't need to hold onto things to remind me and keep the memories fresh. Plus, my memory is pretty killer and I should trust that.

If I spend all my time holding onto my childhood home or that teddy bear I got 10 Christmas's ago, it's going to be more emotionally difficult to move on and eventually claim a new home with new memories. And especially now that I am an adult, moving on when it's necessary is being an adult.