It strikes me that when most people move - across country or across town - they try to keep a lot of things. I tend to throw things away: stuff that I don’t need. Stuff that made it from the last apartment to this one and *still* hasn’t been used. Stuff that people gave me that, well…
When I’ve neither heard nor seen you in nearly 10 years online or an email or a phone call, should I keep the housewarming present you gave me in 1996? When I’ve never once worn the suit, shouldn’t I give it to good will? (Although they’ve rejected some of my attempted donations this time!)
When I keep trying to live lightly, I feel out of touch with those who need a moving truck.
This time around I have a car full of stuff and a storage unit on the side because, like last time, I’m not going to my permanent place just yet. But I feel like I own too much stuff. Just too much.
Yeah, but you don’t wanna be my sister either, who throws everything out so she’ll have an excuse to buy fresh whatever… did you really think you wouldn’t need *anything* for your kitchen? And now you’re surprised?