The other day I showed my copy of a program of a play that I recently watched to my officemates. One of them said "You actually bought a program?" I replied, "Yes, I collect programs." She looked at me weirdly and told me that I was a pack rat.
I guess I am. I still have stuff from my grade school days. It's hard for me to let go.
I lent some of my readings to my DS kiddies and unfortunately, one pack got lost. I don't know how it got lost, but it just disappeared. I just realized the other day that inside that pack was one of my most treasured long test results. I couldn't do anything now but just let go of that piece of paper that once served as a concrete reminder that I could survive in DS. Now, it's gone.
True, I am a pack rat. It's hard for me to let go--but, I must.