I move past my past and welcome the future.

When people move house, a surprising amount goes into boxes that will not be opened at the other end — kept because unpacking the question felt like more work than carrying the weight.

Some of what you are hauling forward is like that. Not treasured, not even examined. Just never set down at any of the doors you have walked through. The future does not need most of it, and has, in any case, never once asked what happened to you before.