I’m the opposite of a pack rat.
In fact, I hate clutter so much that my wife spends most of every Sunday night sorting through the trash that I have readied for pickup the next day. She’s concerned that in my compulsive “tidying” I might throw away something of value.
OK, maybe I was a bit hasty trashing that album full of photos of her great-grandfather, but they were in black and white. You can’t keep everything.
The only thing I have trouble throwing away is old periodicals. Hundreds of Time magazines, for example, are piling up, about seven years of them. Why? I have always believed history repeats itself, and if that starts happening, I could cancel my subscription and save a few bucks by simply rereading old issues in my basement.