The thing about packing before a big move is that you're forced to face all kinds of relics from your past. Items buried in drawers or stuck on shelves; things that have meaning and things that are completely insignificant. In tonight's packing adventures, I came across two pens--a Cross and a Waterman, both high school graduation gifts. Not only do I still have these pens 17 years later, I have the original little sleeves they came in, too.
I also came across keys. Lots of keys. I dumped out a box that had, for a long time, been by the front door of my old house and, eventually, the apartment I'm now preparing to leave. The box was full of change, buttons, random rocks and sea glass, pins, and keys. I don't know to what locks the keys belong. I do know that I have carried them with me for far too long. Without hesitation, I picked each and every one of them out of the pile of change and tossed them into the garbage.
It's time to keep only the keys that unlock the doors to my life today.