Terrible penpal and a hopeless packrat, but I mean well?

Each time it's summer
I want to toss all of my belongings out of open windows
And make the active decision
To allow each thing inside again.
To feel the weight of these things-
To feel the consequence of keeping.

I am a better editor now, it is true.
In my 10 years of adulthood
I have unpacked
11 different times.
I have bought and sold a home. I am 28.
I have seen things fall apart,
And I knew which things could be salvaged.

I have control over my sentimentality,
Somewhat.
I still have every letter ever sent to me, though.
And I'm terrible at writing back.