Ditch or Keep

At the moment I am in the process of helping my mother pack up my childhood home. She is going to move into my grandparents house, as my grandparents are moving into a retirement home due to my grandfathers illness. On top of this my brother, with his flatmates are moving into the house we grew up in. Its basically a musical chairs of houses, with my mother as the main organiser for all of them.

What this means is, I am in the process of deciding what in my old room I want to pack into boxes to be stored in the new house, and what I need to throw away. As a pack rat this is a very very hard thing for me to do.

Some of it is obvious. For some reason my past self decided that I needed to keep all my exercise books from high school, as well as exam papers and other notes. My present self has decided these things are not needed.

I'm not sure I need to keep my uni notes either.

The big problem I currently have, is that since 2001 I have not thrown out a single drawing I have done... with the average rate of about 5 drawings a week over 10 years, I am now left with a trunk full of paper with pictures of varying levels of drawing ability, not catalogued or dated or anything.

I'm not sure what to do with it all. =_=;;;
Not only that is i have kept every single piece of paper I have ever written an idea on.

Surprisingly toys are the least of my worries. a while ago I managed. Rather hard-heartedly to donate all but those with special memories attached, and the special ones are already backed up.

Books: most of them are already packed.. I should have thrown out a few more. I have a box of red wall books I'm not sure what to do with, with the recent death of the author, I am unsure if it is the right time to dump them on someone else.

Anyway this whole situation is hard for me. In a sense I am deciding what things from my childhood I want to get rid of for good and what I want to hold on to through my adult life. 

Fox Days

This is the first post in an attempt at a frank autobiographical blog, on being a shy girl finding her place in grown up society.

I think I must gather my thoughts, as I have so much to say, but no way to say it without ranting in a jumble of ideas. My dreams are to write, to express to the world what I have learnt, either through fiction or atleast in small episodes of my little life. I am not extravigant nor do I seek adventures, but like everyone else, my life is full of struggles and descisions and a never ending quest to knwo who I am.