Every knife...

every odd piece of crockery,

every strange collected item...the very flotsam and jetsam of life tell a story.

How to cast them adrift 

is the problem.  

Am I brave enough?

"You can always replace them when we get there and see just how much space there is!" he says.

It is not that easy I think.

New?  
To me old has the patina of happy, maybe sad memories which I love to surround myself with.
No price will buy that...