This weekend, I’m helping my parents move. It’s their first move in nearly 20 years. My mother has generously asked me to help arrange and decorate their new home. I’m opening up boxes, holding each of their treasures in my hands, and thinking “what am I going to do with this?” They have a LOT of stuff. Now, I’ve moved many times in my adult life — an average of once every two years. And every time I’ve moved I’ve used it as an opportunity to part with a lot of clutter. My father once said, “The very idea of moving makes me want to pile all my possessions in the middle of the living room floor and light a match.” I understand.