You Can't Take it With You...
...I mean you could, but why would you? In the last few weeks I've started a major purge of my stuff in preparation to move to a new house, MY house, with two people I adore. This is probably the first time I've managed to do a purge this widespread and all-encompassing. After college I moved five times in five years. New Brunswick--> Farmingdale--> Highland Park --> Farmingdale --> Bound Brook --> Stockton. Such is apartment living when you share with roommates and/or significant others. I've been in Stockton nearly 4 years now. It's the only apartment I've had where I've managed to UNPACK everything, put down some roots, prune off some unhealthy ties, and live my life more or less on my terms. I've learned a lot in my time here, but I have one more thing I need to do... let things go. I don't ONLY mean to let go of physical, tangible items. I'm someone who tends to hang onto the past, hence why I have so many possessio