I’m a victim of a late night today and I find my muzzly-thinking brain has me  watching Hoarders and asking if I am a hoarder? I have stuff I haven’t even touched in a year’s time. Some of it has value, but most is just tied to my past, my memories.  I often wonder if I really need anything more than my clothes and computer. I’m just worried I’d lose any anchor to the past I might still have and that alone is worth paying the storage price for that day when I might go back and open a tub of memories.