I'm not a hoarder but am trying to understand why I am having such a hard time letting go of certain things as we prepare to move. They are mostly sentimental things that belonged to other people like my parents and that I ended up with - furniture, photos, books, etc. They all elicit a memory - mostly bittersweet since my parent's lives were mostly sad. I feel like I am dishonoring them by letting their things go. Anyway, it is a process and I am unraveling the reasons as I proceed. The Marie Kondo (sp)? book is actually pretty helpful in that respect. There is a house around the corner, uninhabited for several years now with weeds grown high and things stacked on the porch. An old dead car in the driveway is covered with dust and filled with debris. The elderly daughter of the original owner comes by every week or so and talks about how she doesn't want to change anything because that was "Daddy's house" (he was a hoarder and I suspect she is too). The nieghbors are complicit by not turning her into code compliance so it endures. Humans are strange creatures.