What is this fascination I have with boxes? Sitting here in my office I can see three empty shoe boxes, a clear storage container and a huge tote box. That’s just what I can see. If I opened my closet I’m sure there would be more boxes in there.

Empty.

I am reluctant to recycle them.

But why? What is it about a box that makes it so hard to get rid of?

I think it’s the possibility inherent in a box. Surprises they could contain. Usefulness. They are containers and you never know what they might contain, given the opportunity.

I am purging junk and they must go, but I might have to ask someone else to take them out to the bin. Otherwise they may never make it there.

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