Hoarding

Still moving some of my stuff from my old house. My sister says she reckons it's a family thing, both my sisters have a lot of stuff as do my parents. I might try and get rid of some stuff. Do I really need twenty teacups for making desserts for massive dinner parties in? Or three bags of fabric in case I take up dressmaking? I think all this stuff is my way of telling myself that I might be able to have the sort of life I want. But in a way, I think owning all that shit is what's stopping me from having that life. Or something like that.