A recent article from a boomer blog-roll: a lady is assembling both a photo and journal family history, for the grandkids.

Good luck with that :/  After all, wasn't it our generation who staged college-campus sit-ins, called cops pigs, played in Woodstock's mud - and generally dissed the (non-changeable) beliefs of our parents and grandparents?  And yet we expect our children's children to treasure our journals and pics?   Uhm, might not happen.

Familys are different these days - changeable as a homecoming queen's wardrobe.  And it's not just with whom young people are currently playing house.  The ooolld memories may sit in a box, among other boxes, because there's hardly any display space - and who has time, or desire, for the extra dusting around.  And anyway, uncle Bob's father-in-law ... well, all that has nothing to do with grandgirl's current live in; so, the stuff remains where it is - in a box behind a duffle-bag, that's heavy, (of course) and full of ... ugh, do you even want to bother finding out :/

Like what passes for family these days, jobs are also known to evapoate quick as well - while the rent does not.  So, there you are: bunkie has about had it with carrying your half;  it's been several months - and UC isn't as much as people claim it is.  You have to find other - smaller - living arrangements.