I'm a sentimental packrat. On display or in storage are trinkets from places I visited, greeting cards with handwritten messages from family and friends, old gaming magazines from the 2000s, photographs from gatherings, and many other items that would fill up a page if I tried to list them out.

At that moment, it felt like it was the right thing to do. My action brought some peace, but just like Icarus who flew too close to the sun. I came crashing down into an ocean of embarrassment and foolishness.