Overstuffed

I am a true American consumer. I own too much. I cannot pass up a good buy (I like Overstock, Sierra Trading Post, J. Crew final sale and Southwest), I have too many knick-knacks and nurse a paper problem of epic proportions.

Helping Melanie, my roommate, move in last night, was utterly embarassing. Why? Because she had the same size moving truck I had, it held mostly furniture and was still not nearly as full as mine had been with only boxes. I've already set aside an entire suitcase full of clothes to go to Goodwill and thrown out two or three trash bags of unnecessary paper, but my room is still too full.

But what to do? The baby blue soda can commemorating UNC's 1982 NCAA championship win, the wooden carvings Stephie brought back from Africa, the calligraphic 5x7 of Zephaniah 3.17 that Lyd's mom did for me, the ceramic St. Bernard from Switzerland, the desert camo hat with my name in Arabic that Greg brought from Iraq...all these mean something to me. How is it that I have so much meaningful stuff that takes up so much room? What does the average person do with their 2002 UNC Athletics Press Pass? Trash it? I think not. Maybe I'm too sentimental, but I have come a long way from the middle schooler who saved every last one of her stick-on nametags. Maybe that was too much information...