I decided to clean out my closet to feel more organized. Five minutes in, I found jeans from 2012 and convinced myself I'd fit into them again "one day."
Then came the emotional rollercoaster—every shirt had a backstory, every hoodie was suddenly sentimental. I even found a sock with no partner that I felt weirdly loyal to.
An hour later, my room looked like a tornado hit a thrift store. I didn’t clean my closet—I just emotionally reconnected with it.
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