My parents moved into a new house in June, leaving behind the home I spent a decade of my life in. This Thanksgiving weekend has been the first time I’ve actually stayed and slept in their new home.
And because of that, my dad has charged me with sorting through all of the crap I accumulated when from ages 0 to (almost) 18, which my family had to pack up since I was in Reno during the summer.
There’s a lot of it. I’ve only gone through two boxes, and I know there are at least a dozen more in the garage.