My nest is empty, but the stuff remains. Why is decluttering so emotionally fraught? – Washington Post


Time — the rarest of commodities — was now being served up on a silver platter. It’s the photo albums, the well-loved baby blankets and the shoe boxes full of letters that have left me paralyzed. So although it would certainly be nice to have a garage that actually has room for a car (something that has eluded me for three decades), the benefit is still not enough to offset my fear of making the wrong decisions, of losing the connection to loved ones who now live only in my memory.

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