Keeping sentimental stuff around is – honestly – just sad.
“My crib contained a pillow with Karl Marx on one side and Engels on the other. It was Berkeley in the late 70s, after all…”
“In other houses there were people, there must be lights, but they were too far away to seem real.”
You can’t just slap a for-sale sign out front and hope for the best.
What about that collection of milk bottles, or jelly jars, or old sneakers, or the wetsuit that fit you 23 years ago?
“Let’s just say it involved spitting and a garbage disposal.”
We follow a stringent code of ethics. Do you?