As I am packing up my belongings to begin my journey as a nomad, there are so many thoughts. Am I crazy? That is a good one to start the wheels turning.
I think not, but Bravery diminishes as my departure date draws nigh. I check through my collection of life's treasures. Which ones to take, which ones to leave. Is it really that important? I am downsizing to the Minimalist dream, or nightmare. I was raised by pack rats and nothing could be let go. For them each item was "mine.". . I don't feel that but once they are truly left behind. Will I feel the same? Will I miss my furniture? My bed? It concerns me, but I am still doing it.
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