It's very difficult to get rid of my old belongings. Even if I've no use for them, and it's better off to have money in hand than junk and reminders of the past.
Though, I can't help but give pause while going through things. I think "Maybe I can use this again one day. Maybe it's best I hold onto this...just in case". Even if that time most likely will never come.
My old hiking backpack, my athletic wear, my special clothes for going out, my makeup. Transit pass holders. It's still hard to not chase that part of me that doesn't exist anymore.