The picture above is my grandparents house in Nebraska, another place that will always be 'home' in my heart.
I'm headed to Denver this weekend by myself for a last minute, last hurrah of sorts. I grew up in Littleton, Colorado (mostly) and my mom and step-dad are moving away this fall. This is my trip to go home, go through my things, see some old friends and in essence say good-bye. I don't get back to Colorado very often, but it's a place that I hold near and dear to my heart. I'm excited but sorta dreading it at the same time. Going through my old stuff, dredging up long lost relics from my youth and the memories associated with them? I'm preparing for a cry-fest.
Have any of you had to go through your old things and say good bye to home? Was your focus to purge and get rid of stuff, or are you the sentimental type who can't stand to throw anything out? I'd love to hear your stories, and what if anything, made the process more bearable.