It's been interesting -- packing up for traveling followed by moving. I've been struggling with the deep questions of, "Is this trash?" and, "Will this serve a purpose down the road?" At the same time there are so many memories associated with little tidbits of junk. How does one rate what is junk with some good memories and what is junk with memories important enough to not toss the piece of junk?

The process of sorting -- of trashing -- of organizing has been an emotional one. I've come across cards from past relationships apologizing for hiding smoking pot from me. I've come across pictures long forgotten. I've come across awards received and reprimands purposefully forgotten. Each one pulling me back to a time and a place that is neither here nor now.

I've often wanted someone else around to share the memories with. "Look -- this was me back in High School dressed up as the White Rabbit while dancing and singing with Clash at a competition... yes... I made the front page of the local paper the next day... and I still get people asking me if I'm was the White Rabbit from the paper when I visit back down in that region."

Other times I just take a shakey breath and put the emotion aside -- knowing that I don't have the time to or emotional strength to relive emotional scars that have scabbed over. These ones end up in a special pile. I then quickly sort through them once more and toss 90% of them. Is it wrong to prefer to forget?

I'm taking one of my cats, zOrg, down to Missy this weekend. While he can be one of the most annoying cats ever, and while he is by far one of the least intelligent cats I've ever met, I'm going to miss him terribly. Just thinking about it makes my throat constrict and my eyes get watery.

*sigh*