forward

My parents may move and upheaval may be the magic word the past few weeks. In preparation of the possible address change, I've packed up my books, trashed old papers, tossed all the jewel cases for my cds (hmmm...I don't remember owning a Sarah MacLachlan retrospective album), and tore up all those unfortunate report cards that lay hidden among the pages of Calvin & Hobbes and Geneaology of Morals (now that's ironic). The strata of years in these plastic bags weigh heavy. Why did I hold on to those things?