Good news & bad news

The good news is that my storage unit in my building has been cleaned out and I got rid of a bunch of stuff that I didn't need to be storing anymore. The bad news is two fold. One the reason I did that was because apparently the ceiling above my storage unit has a leak and water has been dripping into my storage unit for who knows how long. I discovered it today when I went to put some GS cookies into my unit until Sunday's site sale. I heard something dripping and I reached up for my sleeping bag and it was wet. As I was moving everything out I discovered this had been going on for awhile since my cast iron dutch oven had rust and there were many boxes ruined by water damage. Now for the most part, that was no big deal. As I am a pack rat, a lot of those boxes were acutally empty, or if they weren't, the contents weren't damaged. However there was one box that was mostly unsalvagable and unfortunately that's the box with the most sentimental attachment to me. It was a box of all the letters I've received over the past 27 years or so. There were letters back to when I was a little girl and I went to NY for a summer and my best friend, Junna, wrote to me. There were letters sent from friends while I was in college. Obviously if they were this valuable I should have done something else with them. All my photo albums are here in the apartment, but I am a little sad at the loss of those letters. Even the few love notes I've received in my day were in there. Maybe it is better, though, break with the past. But, on the bright side, there's a lot of freed up storage space. That's what I'll concentrate on. The fact that I can stack more crap in there now.