I sold my car of 12 years yesterday. Yesterday is also the first time it every broke down; on the freeway no less. Someone from work had to pick me up from the shoulder. I fixed the car at the tow yard after work. It was bad gas. I drove it straight to Carmax. Wrapping my life up into a neat little package is not as easy as I thought it would be. Things that seemed unimportant turned out to be very important emotionally. I didn't know I've been harboring unhealthy attachments to things until I tried to give them up. I feel like an up and coming horder. The Asian family that lived next door had a TV that sat on the floor, a Wii, a couple of couches and three beds; that's it. My house and garage is full of stuff I don't ever use - but for some reason I have great pain when trying to get rid of things. I wonder how much of my subconscious decision making is centered around things I never use.

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