Have you ever stood in front of an old box, holding a sweater or a chipped mug, and felt a heavy, sinking ache in your chest? You aren’t just looking at an object. You are looking at a memory. I know how hard it is to let go of keepsakes, especially those from loved ones…

Waking up in my mid-twenties, surrounded by towering boxes, I had a cold realization: How did I get here? My apartment was full of stuff. I had books, trinkets, and clothes stacked high because I couldn’t bear to let anything go. Every object felt tied to a memory, a comfort, or a piece of my…