I guess I treasure what I do have though. Often because it saves me from further shopping (!), but mainly for me because it represents an emotional connection to a person, memory or dream for the future. Even to a fantasy I don’t imagine will ever be realised.
Still, I was not expecting to turn into a crazed limpit, clutching at every little thing and not wanting to give it up. Having to take photos of literally everything – an old broken film camera I had as a kid, a ripped top I had not worn for years, my watering can – before I could let them go.
And wow, after being a fairly transient person who lived by the philosophy of ‘if it won’t fit in my pack, I don’t need it’ to having eight years in one place and putting down ‘roots’… (along with all my childhood and pre-travel boxes back from Mum and Dad) … there were cupboards and crevices stacked with stuff to give up!
Leaving a good job, and the end of a relationship, was torment. But then the separations continued with a tearing from every little item that represented my life as I knew it – present and past.
Down to one back pack, a jammed storage locker, and more boxes than intended with my long-suffering parents.
Then, in Harbin, I took further steps by sending some more stuff home (oops!) and jettisonning others.
It is getting easier but I still struggle… hence the postal approach. Out with the old to make room for the new… travels just now through the abyss.
World travel teaches more than the obvious.