"If you love something, let it go. If it comes back TO you, you own it. If it doesn't, you don't own it. And if it STILL doesn't, you're an a-hole" - Bubbles

I moved into my first house over a year ago, and my old stuff occupies the same niche it did in my parent's place: sitting in a container in a dark space. I haven't pulled my old toys out or looked at them in years. I really enjoyed them when I got them all, but what good are they to me in my basement? I can't really see me ever displaying them / decorating with them (like my older brother does). I know there's people that would really like to have and enjoy some of my old toys, so... I think it'd be a fair trade to exchange them for what they're worth monetarily (anywhere from a few bucks to potentially triple-digit bucks). Yeah, it's kind of sad... but... maybe it's time for me to love them by letting them go.

What do you think? Is holding on to such things just being a packrat? Or is it warm and squishy sentimentality? Should everyone "clean house" and purge the stuff they don't regularly use? Would you ever sell things cherished from your childhood?

I flip-flop a bit on this. It's in my genes to be a sentimental packrat. But it's also in them to de-clutter and unload things that aren't used.

What's your stance on letting go of things?