Away
I've always had an uneasy relationship with the act of throwing things away. Like most things this deeply felt, it's been with me from childhood and probably has no clear incident at its root. For one thing, as a child, throwing things out probably means that you were pressed into some pointless cleaning exercise like straightening your room. Maybe you spent too many Wednesday nights dragging heavy metal trash cans to the curb. So, it's bound to carry some negative associations. For another thing, growing up poor means your small catalog of thing you have is diminishing by one every time something goes in the trash. You think twice about it when you live under the cloud of never having enough. If something could still be useful, you tend to hang on to it because it saves you doing without in the future. In my house, all our hand-me-down clothes were handed down through five sisters and into the rag-bag after they became...