Been home for two weeks and my annual bedroom upheaval is coming along nicely.
Bedroom, toilet and wardrobe are mostly done. Have tossed out a fairly satisfying amount of stuff.
Am moving onto the study now and seeing as how it's become a storeroom over the past two years, most of my work will be in here.

I am going to declutter (and have been decluttering) like I've never done before.
One of the hardest habits I've ever had to kick is this nostalgia-driven compulsion to hoard and keep everything - from receipts to bits of toys to random t-shirts that i'll never use again. I've always had this horrible tendency to prescribe notions of sentimentality to stupid trinkets and worthless junk. But fuck that now, y'know.

I guess I'm tired of accumulating bits of my old lives - little tokens from old versions of myself that I, previously, never wanted to lose grasp of.
I can't do that anymore.
For one, I seem to be getting older a lot faster and twenty-two years worth of junk is starting to take up a lot of space.
And for another - what's the point, really?
Why remind oneself of what the rest of the world forgot a long time ago.