Clearing out Five trash bags worth of clothing Weight lifted Holding onto the dream/image/notion of a secret/glamorous life waiting beyond The never worn striped sweater a la Audrey Hepburn on a Mediterranean yacht Sky high purple heels for the red carpet The chandelier earrings for the paparazzi More mundane, the comfortable look that feels more like a Halloween costume When do we really get our fashion sense and what is it a reflection of? False eyelashes Gold headbands Outerwear for the après ski moments in the chalet perched on a mountain top overlooking a quaint Alpine village where the locals are sipping hot toddies. What about cooking utensils, dishes, glasses, etc. All to be used when entertaining, baking bread from scratch and making pasta. Seriously??? Suitcases…too many to count- multiplying in the attic. Where did 20+ suitcases come from? Admittedly we travel a lot and have done so for many years. Also, the size restrictions have made it almost an impossibility to keep up with changing regulations for check in and carry on. Too big, too small – feels like Goldilocks, tortured to find the perfect piece…for now. Is it identifiable? Who else would have a red suitcase with a day-glow green tag? What are we ignoring? Holding onto? Prepared for anything? What emergency? Too many novels. The glamour of sashaying through an airport looking ever so put together, lightly pulling the perfectly sized piece. Reality. More like dragging, pulling, and negotiating the byzantine JFK check-in procedures/process. This is not 1960 Imagining the places you could be and the experiences you could have. People leaving + returning = adventure.