However, I've learned you can't move forward unless you leave a little something behind.
Let me explain:
I walked by my former apartment today and discovered the belongings that I had left behind out on the street with the trash bags.
Sitting in the rain amongst the rusty toaster oven and my leaky 10-gallon fish tank was the mid-century red couch my parents had bought on Lake Street the first year they were married - I left it behind because it was infested with bed bugs.
Seeing my old life on the street made me a little weepy - but in a good way.