I am a pack rat. I save everything. This weekend I went through some boxes out in the garage to find stuff to sell at Bookman's, a great used outlet that buys books and pop culture items to resell. My boxes are full of old memories, including things I saved from past relationships. These are personal to me and couldn't be parted with. It was bittersweet to see the cards and clothes and ticket stubs again. I also think it helps me to move on with my life. That's why I hoard things important to me. They are like nemonic devices to travel back in time and relive the past in order to reconcile it. Just touching these items gives off a force. I can't explain it. I just know it's there.