The opposite of decluttering. I’ve gotten watercolors painted by the departed, photographs of the people they cared about and had hung above the bed, a well-used typewriter from a mom-and-pop repair shop that no longer exists, and 19 sheep—all sold together—of various materials and so many other things.
It’s like a museum of strangers and cities passed and I like to think they know I cherish their memories and hold their lived dear.