I have entirely too much stuff.
In my lifetime, I’ve likely lost more than some will gain, carrying too much on my person to notice when something goes missing.
As a teenager, I lost the same wallet 8 times (somehow getting it back each time); the first time I went to Chicago, I’d misplaced my passport, camera and wallet over a 4-day trip… honestly, you’d think Where’s Waldo was my autobiography.
Which is exactly why it’s all gotta go.