I am sorting out stuff in my house. Stuff that was dumped in the cupboards about fourteen years ago when I moved. I hate that you unearth all the things that go with sorting. Memories that happened twenty years ago come flooding back. Some of them good and some of them not so.
There are different kinds of people in the world. Some that will have the minimal amount and think its better to chuck things away so you don’t have to deal with when you do move house. Or you could be the person who keeps absolutely everything thinking that one day I might have a use for some item you probably haven’t used in years.