A few days ago, I was able to clean up old stuff (out of necessity) since I moved to another dormitory. I had this big, dusty and heavy cardboard box filled with books and notebooks which I really wanted to get rid off, but I couldn't. The obsessive compulsive part of me wanted to ditch every dusty thing altogether while the sentimental part of me wanted to keep them all --you know, for the memories.
So there I went flipping and reading through
