Arranging, Keeping, and Letting Go

I've arranged my room several times this week. I had to get some of my old stuff from my relatives and I've found some old (and some really old) stuff that I'm keeping, and letting go. Well, some of the stuff would be going to Tacloban for my relatives for distribution on whatever they need them for. I did notice that with every item, I remember a moment I shared with it be it whatever item. I remember the feeling I had or the place or whatever. And when I see them I remember the memories: be it happy or sad.

my grandfather made this. He was a carpenter. "Palanga" means favorite or loved

If I'm not mistaken, my mom started to put seashells,

old dress shirts I used for the office. They're too big and old...

that red shirt had great memories but it just has to go

my favorite pair from my college days.

I (used to) collect caps.