I've put off removing my things from my old room at Mom and Dad's house, and now it's probably going to be a week-long ordeal... whenever I decide to do it. I've realized over the past year or so that I'm not a sentimental person. I keep things because I'm too lazy to go through them, but I don't collect a lot of stuff hoping to look at them a month later and reminisce. The exception to this is bells. I love bells and cow figurines.
Anyway, I have Jesus and Mary statues in my room that I've just learned were painted and gifted years ago by my late great grandmother's crazy neighbor. Apparently she changed personalities depending on her weight. Now I really, really want to keep them.
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