Preparing to move out of Wellington where I have lived with my daughter for nearly 6 years, to go and live alone in Northland is an opportunity to clear debris. I am, by nature, a hoarder, especially of paper but I am letting it all flutter out of my reach in this move.
I burned 30 years worth of journals, a very cathartic process that left me feeling much lighter. I read a few random pages as I pushed the 5 supermarket bags full of notebooks into the fire one by one, and didn't read anything that made me regret what I was doing. What a relief to finally let go of that particular version of my life.