box of memories

I guess all of us have this little box with some stuff we keep on bringing everywhere we move. I have one. Its getting bigger and bigger. There are some notebooks from high school, some notes from uni, the most precious gifts from the dearest friends and beloved one. And one day we decide to say "enough, enough of history, house full of junk". I went through my memories again: movie tix, my ticket to australia-life changing trip, some postcards, bills from previous apartments (yes I still keep some of them to remind me of those times); and so on. And, honestly, i couldn't hold my tears. May be I am too sentimental. But I cannot get rid of who I am- junk collector and holder! May be one day when I finally settle down, i will stick them to huge book in my library....

xoxo junk collector