In the almost 10 years since my mom died, we've lived with a quasi-museum of her Things. I've been able to give away or donate a few things here or there, but nothing meaningful. I want to let go of more things and I think I'm ready to. But it's so hard! I'm realizing how wrapped up my identity is in these things. But as I was having a minor identity crisis over giving away the 1966 "How to Analyze Fiction," it hit me that I'm not just letting go of pieces of the past or my parents, I'm acknowledging that I might be different than who I feel I was expected to be. Wow does that feel a little heavy.
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