once upon a time
we understood our few needs
and packed smaller bags.
I rarely peruse the photographs of what our possessions looked like stacked and piled in our California townhouse; that home belongs to someone else now, and the pain of looking at the bamboo flooring we so carefully chose and helped to lay – well. It tugs. I look, instead, at the snaps of the piles of stuff post-shipping, of our bewildered expressions, after living without these possessions for three months, as to how we could now live with them. We sorted and began the pare down, that next move. And the move after. And the move after. And now, we’re packing up things to ship them stateside again… (no destination but a storage facility) and we have so, so little left.
It feels like we’ve almost broken free…
Hey–we have the same decorator! And the paring down of life was brought into focus by me being able to rent the tiniest U-Haul for this move. If we keep up this trend, we’ll be down to one suitcase in the next decade.
@ Jama ~ The moving, though, is almost over. Really. I expect to stay put at least another five years… in one house, though. REALLY.
@ divatobe ~ one suitcase would be good at this point. With nothing glass in it…
I envy your paring down, though not having to move and pack up so often. Oh, to be free of so many possessions! That’s a pipe dream for me. We’ve lived here 13 years now. That’s a long stretch of time for things to accumulate all by themselves. Sigh.