Do you know that show on A&E? It’s called “Hoarders” and it’s all about extreme hoarders and how they let hoarding ruin their lives. They literally can’t throw away a Kleenex and sleep happily in their growing piles of sentimental trash. Well, I thought about these people and that show the other day when Craig declared his thoughts about my sentimentality. Here’s how the conversation went down:
Me: Do you think I’m a hoarder?
Craig: Borderline. (Please know this was said veeeeery seriously)
Me: Borderline! My boyfriend thinks I’m a borderline hoarder! (This phrase is repeated in a falsetto five hundred times) Borderline hoarder!!!!!
Craig: It’s not a bad thing. You’re just veeeeery sentimental.
Now this is true. I am very sentimental. I have the sweater I wore when I had my first kiss packed up in a trunk underneath the sweater I wore on my first date with my very first love, etc. etc. From all the clothes in there, it seems I like to have makeout milestones during the winter months.
While I don’t have piles of trash/memories all over my house. There are a lot of things I can’t get myself to throw away. Here is a brief list:
1) Any item of clothing that I attach sentiment to.
2) Cards, letters, emails, even some receipts from special occasions
3) Every photo ever taken
4) All schoolwork, even spelling tests from third grade.
5) Books, text books, informational pamphlets
And I guess the list does go on. But I usually get away with it. The reason I can get away with being a borderline hoarder is because I am a very, very organized hoarder. Sure I can’t throw away any letter, note, parking violation that I have ever received, but they all have a home! And that’s thanks to the Container Store. When you contain your trash/memories in pretty floral stackable boxes, no one is the wiser! Except one pesky eagle-eyed Nebraskan.