simply a hoarder??

DON'T JUDGE ME.

Okay.. so I'm sure everyone has heard of this show.  If not.. here is a little description..

Each 60-minute episode of Hoarders is a fascinating look inside the lives of two different people whose inability to part with their belongings is so out of control that they are on the verge of a personal crisis.


I've watched it and every single time I think to myself, these people are crazy. Today, as I continued the epic journey of packing up my room, I realized maybe I'm crazy too. This is super embarrassing.. but here is a list of some of the ridiculous things I found that I simply haven't been able to part with.. some are quite obvious as to why I kept them, but some not so much. Maybe you'll read some and know exactly why I kept them..

a letter from "Great Fetcher"

a mini metal horse shoe

picture from the day at lions park with the plastic baseball and bat..

a "Janeen Appreciation Day" poster

a card from a gift I received at grad

pictures from... the canal

1001 ways to be romantic

To Kill a Mockingbird

a heart necklace. x3

a yellow box with mini jewelry box inside

a note that I found under a rock under the stairs under the balcony

dance medals

track ribbons

a red tootsie roll sucker wrapper.. x2304923 (just kidding)

a silver bracelet with waves on it

lindor chocolate label

a red phone

a toy phone

a krzr

my pink quilt.. (which is actually my second baby blanket because my mom finally threw away my first one because it had to be carrying some sort of strange disease..)

trident tropical twist

a few pieces of mint mojito gum

a dried yellow rose

aviators

my poetry book from grade eight

a giant teddy bear

another giant blue teddy bear

another teddy bear named Lucy

words of the day

my English glossary

Jane's perfect evening, by Spring

one tequila.. two tequila... etc...

underwater kissing pictures

a little note stating that I have sexy toenails..

my grad corsage

Okay. I have to stop. You get the picture? Yes. I save everything!! Okay, so maybe I'm not on the verge of a personal crisis, but this packing business has been a way bigger deal then I anticipated. My wonderful mother has been helping me pack.. and helping me throw away useless junk for hours the past couple days. She just sits there and laughs. I haven't realized how ridiculously sentimental I am. I think I always had a bit of an idea.. but this has been very eye opening. Please don't report me to Hoarders, as the situation is now completely under control.

Instead of freaking out about why the heck I save this kind of stuff, I realized I truly am just nostalgic. Sentimental. I honestly enjoy the tiny little things that were able to bring a smile to my face. You know what? They still make me smile. As long as I can occasionally dejunk like I have been, I think I can stray from a personal crisis. :)