What to Save and What Not to Save?

Amidst my packing frenzy, I've realized that the reason this is taking so long is because I am some sort of odd packrat. With every item that I come across, I have an internal monologue regarding whether or not I should keep it at my parents' house, throw it away, or pack it with me. My most recent monologue was regarding my Mark Prior jersey. Is this something that I should take with me to California? Do I ever even really wear it? Can Mark Prior not suck so much?

And then I came across some old coasters from the hotel I stayed at for my first ever business trip. Nestled amongst the hills in Boulder, the Hotel Boulderado was fabulous. I had a suite room with a king size bed and enough sitting space for a small army. Even better, the hotel newsletter stated that some of the rooms were haunted. All great memories, but do I need the coasters from there? Hmmm...after some hemming and hawing, I decided to throw them away.

Now imagine this process repeated for about 1000 different items in my room. If anyone needs me, I'll be at my parents' house buried under a pile of crap and having some internal monologues.