Earlier this year I went back to my childhood home. My mission was to help my empty-nester parents empty the attic and declutter my possessions still at their home. I was able to accomplish that, but there was some decluttering guilt leftover. I want to put into context for you just how much was stored in the attic. I’ll round the number down to 100 to make it even. One hundred boxes came down from that hot, dusty attic. Guess how many were mine! If you read about my stuff addiction, you’ll know that I really like my stuff as a kid. So it shouldn’t come as a surprise that…