I have a problem with either holding onto too much stuff, or getting rid of too much. (Not so much the second part, because now that I'm thinking about it, there's not anything ever that I feel sad I got rid of. Which is motivating and informing my choices this month, as we move).
ANYWAY, I kept holding onto this backpack. For
years now. I always thought, "That is not my taste. That will never be my taste."
But it was a gift. From my dad.
Made from the skin of deer he hunted.
So I kept keeping it. Since college or something - always tucked away, in a closet, waiting.
And know what? I'm glad I kept it. Yesterday I realized that I like it a lot, and I'm going to use it.
Backpack.
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