I’ve always tossed things, including books (shudder). Not so many people, but I choose friends wisely lately. I thought I was a purger before my mother died. Clearing out her home, which looked perfect until closets and a storage shed were opened, made me positive I don’t want my son to have to deal with all my stuff. I do have grown up furniture because, I’m well past grown. But chatchkas and stuff that doesn’t bring me real joy, not so much.