Iâ€™m only twenty-seven years old, but in that time Iâ€™ve collected an amount of shit. This is all the more apparent as we start to receive wedding gifts and attempt to fit them into our one-bedroom apartment (which was already full of stuff). It feels so good to just throw things out (and by throw out I mean recycle, donate, or throw out). Yet keeping the apartment from bursting at the seams remains a Sisyphean task. I need to start getting aggressive with the process. Do I need this shirt from high school I havenâ€™t worn since then?