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What I learned
I learned sorting junk wasn’t just a physical activity. Deciding what you value can be pretty taxing – emotionally and physically. In the end, the things I tossed away were the things I spent far too much money on – enough shoes to shod an army (if armies wore heels and girly flats), and enough makeup for a family and five kikay daughters. The things I chose to keep, however, were things I didn’t buy in a mall: The note my boyfriend (now my husband) wrote at the back of my book, scribbled praise from my English high school teacher, photos of me with that pineapple hair hanging out at a hydro-electric plant, two old Mod magazines with articles I wrote.