But suddenly, I apparently own items that can break.
ONE MILLION BAJILLION BOOKS!
ONE THOUSAND JOURNALS I CAN NEVER NEVER THROW AWAY
A trillion pieces of important paper.
A porcelain lamb my brother got me for Christmas 20 years ago.
The ceramic bust I made in kindergarten of the dog "Bluey" who my parents gave away before I was born: twin brother to "Blacky" my beloved dog who died when I was 12.
How can I not pack these things?!
How can I not box them up year after several years!?
How can I not bring them with me.