u/Covfefetarian

My parents moved back to the country we originally came from.

I’m living in yet another country myself, and now with all the years of my life, stacked into moving boxes, like growth rings on a tree, filling my already tiny apparent in nostalgia fueled clutter.

I’m trying since years to reduce my belongings, an insanely hard task for an emotional hoarder like me. I suspect some ingrained feelings of instability being the driver to this, I’ve moved some 20+ times in my life, cross-countries, beginning from before I started to form memories. Things would always change, so I learned to claw to the things I had before they disappeared again.

It’s almost comical how all those boxes laugh at me now, like the manifestations that came back from previous failures of letting go of those emotional hold-on-to’s.

The house from the village where I spent most of my childhood and teenage years is gone. And all the demons are here, in my tiny city appartement I share with my boyfriend.

How do I even start to attack this?