The detritus of life
One of the more difficult aspects of moving is the opportunity it presents for both self-examination and the filtering of ones life. I won’t say that I’ve ever been an overly materialistic person, but I have always been someone who hoards bits of paper—whether they be books, magazines, or just a research paper I read once—with the intent that they will one day be useful again. With this last move, from a shared house, back into an apartment, I have taken a long step back at all the bits and pieces I have accumulated over the years and am trying to reconsider every item’s worth and value to me.
It is amazing that after 35 years, I have accumulated so many things that I really don’t need. Eliminating that excess heft from my life is a cleansing experience, and have tried to take a critical eye to anything that I do choose to bring with me. How many computers does one need? How many CDs once listened, but never returned to?
Moving forward, I intend to examine every new purchase with that same eye for the future, and weigh it against the future impact. It’s a harsh mistress, this reductionism, but it is a necessary thing moving forward.
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