I'm near the finishing line with my move, 28 years in this house. And this weekend was cleaning out the attic.
Let's just say, I'm glad we're mostly paperless at this point. I have tax records going back to 1986, phone bills from 1988, and car insurance information from cars I haven't owned in over 25 years.
And gobs gobs gobs of photos and scrap book stuff. Childhood photos of my first wife, her family, and friends. I scooped out the good ones (not blurry, not too dark), and will mail a box to her mother.
Letters from a girl I knew in college that I was infatuated with (a nursing student in a neighboring city).... my wife is laughing at me and what I saved.
And I'm reminded that although the same face has been looking back at me in the mirror all my life, I wasn't always bald! Some pics from when I was 14 that have now been called my "Alfred E Neumann" phase.
And more stuff that needs to be shredded. Amazing how much stuff has a SSN on it.