So-  I am preparing to move to VA to be with my 2 year, long distance boyfriend.  I have many fears and hopes, my anxiety is of a mixed sort.  I began tonight by cleaning out my closet.  Now- lemme tell you about my closet.  It is THE ONLY one I have.  I am in an apartment that was once a house that was chopped up into 4 units.  One amenity that was overlooked is storage.  My bicycle sits in the dining room, my vacuum stands at attention there too.  But, it's ok.  I love my little place.  I've been here 5 years.  The little closet I do have is in the bedroom and features 3 pie shaped stairs that once led upstairs.  I keep some clothes in there, my fake Christmas tree, my box of ornaments, sleeping bag, back packs, luggage, and a rubbermaid storage tote with my sheets and towels.  It is about 3x4' and stacked to the ceiling.  The door has a tendency to pop open and there are bugs in there.  I don't exactly use it a lot.  SO- I opened it up tonight and began to excavate, feeling kind of like an archeologist.  I am a pack rat (as I revealed in my poll of a similar title) and found on the floor of the closet 2 twin sized bed comforters.  "Let it go, Ter!!  You have a queen size bed" and i put them on the floor of my kitchen to be donated to Goodwill.  I began to bag up clothes to donate as well.  I went to college outside of Syracuse, NY.  I have had a lifetime supply of snow.  To survive- one wears layers of clothing and when i was in school- we wore flannel shirts.  LL Bean and I were pals.  I have since lived in Atlanta the last 11 years and winters here are laughable in comparison.  Therefore, I have flannels I haven't worn since about 1996.  Among these, were 2 that my Mom had given me that had belonged to my Grandfather.  She brought them for me when he passed away.  One of them is a hideous plaid, purple that I LOVED (as purple is my favorite color), but Mom actually remarked once that it made her sad when I wore it so I made sure not to when I was home.  So tonight I took it off the hanger- the hanger marks having embedded themselves in the fabric, and I hesitated.  wow.  PaPa's flannel.  Can i give this shirt away?  I had to be stern "Let it go, Ter.  Let it go".  So I folded it up and added it to the others and tomorrow I will take it, the 2 comforters, and the Christmas tree to Goodwill.   

ps.  moving kinda sucks.