I've just spent half an hour sitting cross-legged on my bed surveying the chaos that is my apartment. You can actually fit quite a lot of stuff into 500 sq. ft. And it's mine: the books I've enjoyed reading, the movies I can recite huge portions of, the clothes that make me look good (I think) , the dishes my high school bff gave me in memory of our trip to Paris. This gold tea pot with the orange dragon belonged to my grandfather, and you can pry it from my cold dead fingers. Seriously. I mean that. I'm trying to be reasonable, to balance the cost of shipping or storing the things I own now with the cost of replacing them with new things later. How much do I really need ? Less is more, as they say, and most of this is just going to weigh me down. But rationality is having a hard time sinking from my head to my heart tonight, so, I'm giving up for now. Maybe it will be easier tomorrow. ~~~LeAn
2021 and I'm still trying to remember which box I packed my sense of adventure in. Weaving and baking and walking the dogs until I can find it.