I’m definitely a hoarder, although it’s filed in drawers or hoarded in relatively tidy piles and I know exactly where to lay my hands on anything in the heaps of tat.
Newspaper cuttings: the stuff I’ve cut out and kept “just in case” is ridiculous. Recommendations for a nice place to have breakfast in Barcelona, dated 1991? I’ve never been and never will. Best flight deals to Alaska, 1987? Never went.
I’ve realised that I can snap photos of things I just want to remember, and not keep every item just for nostalgia. Finally all the VHS tapes that we made, recording films or concerts readily available on Netflix, have gone to the dump. Finally 3000 photos of eg ships on the horizon, sunsets from unidentified locations, every photo of every child at every primary school birthday party, have gone in the black bin (faces obscured or shredded, photos can’t be recycled here, nor burned because of toxic chemicals in the film). I’m gradually letting go of clothes and vases and candle holders, and though I’m firmly stuck with books and LPs. I’ve let the CDs go.
With dogs, and a leaky washing machine, I’ll keep my stash of old towels, but I’ve just got rid of a duvet that hadn’t been used since it was professionally cleaned… in 2005!