I went back to my old home where I kept a lot of my teenage stuff. I didn't had a chance to sort them when I was younger going to college. My family decided to clean up the rooms, and I found a lot of old toys, letters clothes etc. The experience of going through my old stuff was fun, but also kinda sad cause it brought me a lot of memories. I guess you could say it's bittersweet. Especially reading thru old letters. It made me reflect on who my younger self vs now. I knew I had to let go of a lot of these stuff, so i did. I need to do this so I can heal and move on. Some stuff I kept and will take home. Reliving my past made my heart full. There were weird/awkward moments, but remembering them now just made me laugh. It's nice to accept one's past.
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