To throw or not to throw

Its been almost a full month since i moved to my home nest. The reno took a while to complete. The cleaning and touch ups left me sweaty and tired.

Then comes the big move. Stuffs from my in laws place were quickly packed into boxes and brought over. Boxes were opened to be unpacked and this repeated.

 When all is done, what i need are finally in placed. The clothes are on the racks. The furnitures are delivered and placed. Even the appliances are delivered and properly installed. I could not be happier. However there is one thing left to do.

 I need to bring over my Memories from my parents place.

I bought boxes and more boxes and there never seem to be enough. I opened up stuffs that i tot i could never find again and relish the moment. I flip thru old mags that has my younger self there and he looks skinny. I see some faces that are familiar but have absolutely no idea who they are now.

 All the history was lying in my room all this time and i never bother to look at them. Its then i have to make a decision. What can i bring over. And what to do with the rest.

Some old school notes were the easiest. Just throw i said. Some old broken toys were also discarded though i had to say my farewell to them first. I then stopped to think. I have to decide what is sentmental to me and draw the line.

 Its not easy.

I took weeks to decide and pack them neatly. Into boxes i see myself playing tetris to fit them as tightly as possible. If they can fit, i shall bring them over. And so this ended 2 weeks back. With me moving my life over.

 The discarded items did not go down the chute. I firmly believed in recycling and made the effort to brng them to the right bins and placed them correctly.

My family and wife found me odd. But i know that this effort now is for my kids future. The memories are now neatly in boxes in my storeroom. I do know i may never look at them till the turn of the decade, but i just want to ensure that they are kept safely.