i just spent the entire morning/early afternoon purging my closet of all the clothes that i don't wear anymore. the amount of garbage bags that are filled with clothes to give away is kind of ridiculous. they range from jeans i wore in high school to shirts i bought last year.

taking time to clean out my closet has been long overdue. loooong overdue. and i know i was procrastinating because i didn't want to let go of some really sentimental pieces of my past, even if they are two sizes too small for me now. but ben's *officially* moving in, and i needed to make room for him and his things. and i needed to prepare myself for the big move to korea next summer when i'll be taking all of my possessions with me and selling the rest.

so i spent the better part of today emptying out my closet and going through it, piece by piece. it's almost funny how difficult it was for me to pack some of those clothes into garbage bags headed for goodwill. i debated items and dreamed up scenarios where i might possibly need that electric blue sweater in the future for some job interview. and then i'd force myself to realize that i probably wouldn't wear something so bright to an interview that i probably wouldn't ever have... and that sweater probably still wouldn't fit me anyway.

and then there were the clothes that were tied to very specific memories for me. like the shirt i wore on my first date with ben in korea and the dress i wore to a close family member's funeral. both don't fit me anymore but both are items that i can't imagine parting with. but i'm wondering what'll happen to these things in the future. will i carry them around with me for the rest of my life? probably not. i guess when i'm ready to let them go, i'll know, right?

so now i'm left with multiple garbage bags sitting in the middle of my apartment filled with clothes that i should've gotten rid of a long time ago. it was so hard for me to decide which items to pack in the bags, but now that i'm done, i can barely remember which clothes i packed in there. i guess this proves that i wasn't as attached to them as i originally thought. they are just clothes, afterall.

my shoes are next.