Bingo. Deep down you knew all along that someday you'd return to what you loved so much. Of course the loom, unlike people didn't have a choice.
After moving a lot, not always by choice, I've been parked here since 1979 and 3 years before that in a big house only a couple miles away. My philosophy is, if someone needs it give it to them but never throw anything out unless it's to make room for something better.
"That stuff of yours" Oh what magic those words hold! Every piece of stuff is a "post-it note" holding a piece of your past. A piece of the puzzle that is you.
I have a glass insulator from a telephone pole. Just a clear glass generic insulator as unremarkable as possible. But I could talk for several hours on the memories it conjures up for me. Maybe it's my hedge against senility. When I die, it'll go in the dumpster with much cursing and grumbling about junk.
How come I haven't seen the loom in Dodads?????????