I have too much of it.
Jesus never owned anything.
Why am I compelled to keep five years of back issues of Country magazine? A bunch of my grandma’s dishes nobody in the family wants, but because we have the space to store them, I should keep, just in case? 30 +/- pairs of shoes? So. Many. Clothes.? That extra pitcher I need, um…never? A deck of cards that’s missing a few cards? TAPES?!? A juicer we used once which was exceedingly disappointing? Souvenirs from trips I took, or other people took, with whom I don’t even keep in touch? All. These. Books.?
Watch out family; I feel a purging binge coming on.
As an aside, if I lived in an RV, would I have to give up access to the library?