boxes & boxes of crap…where did it all come from?

Next weekend I move in…with a boy…my fiance (BYTHEWAY:I really hate this word…it doesn’t feel natural, someone come up with a new “guy-that-put-a-ring-on-it-that-isn’t-my-husband-yet-but-isn’t-my-boyfriend-anymore” word, please&thankyou.) I am trying to get rid of as much as possible, I just want to start fresh… but holy canoli… How did I accumulate so many crayola markers? How much stuff is enough stuff? Do I even like these clothes anymore? We’ll see what goes & what makes the cut… I admire people who sell everything & go out exploring with just a backpack, I am sure they’ve got a box full of crayola markers somewhere though, right?