Inventory

My new favorite tea is Earl Gray. I can't stop drinking it.
The good thing about the dentist is when the dental assistant is nice and says you have white teeth and no cavities. And you get to bring home a new toothbrush.

I started to clean out my closet today. Literally. I am getting rid of all of my high school work. I shouldn't have kept it but I did because I am a pack rat. Also in the closet is my elementary school work. I think I may get rid of that as well but I will consult with my parents first.
I just have way too much junk. I keep every little piece of paper that has a 'line' one it. By line I mean something poetic I thought of but didn't use in a piece of writing. I also have all sorts of drafts and such, scribbled. And several computer word documents full of 'lines' and drafts. It's just overwhelming.
And that's just the words. I have things.

I have a box of knick knacks. Little toys from Ruckers... weird things I found on the street etc.
And in my art room I have 4 drawers of fabric, one of magazines/art school catalogues, and a few of art supplies.
I have a closet full of art. All of my high school projects, plus tons of crappy unfinished stuff that I think I might use some day, tons of crappy finished stuff, some good stuff. Also in that closet I have a broken t.v.
In my other closet I have stuffed animals and beanie babies, and all of my books from my childhood. Both of these closets also have pants in them. Probably... 13 pairs of pants.

I don't know what to think about this stuff. I guess a lot of it is normal. Closets need to be used for something. Maybe I keep all of these things because I can. I have two closets- 3 counting the one in my brother's old room (now my art room). I want to pack it up and throw it in the garage, where one day it will get water damage and I will be sad but not really because I didn't need it anyways. But I don't have a garage.

I just think about the day I move out and wondering how much of this stuff I will take with me. How much I will actually spatially have room for? How much of it can I justify needing to bring with me?
I could never be a minimalist but I want to cut down on my possessions. It's hard to know where to start. I resent people that care too much for material goods, but how hypocritical is that of me? I know I care, but do I care too much? What does it mean that I'm unable to let go?

-RJZ