It's Just Stuff

We spent our weekend giving things away. In the door came a steady stream of friends. Out the door went books, plants, furniture, camping gear, yard tools, the outdoor firepit and the lawn mower. All of those items will now get a new life (or take up space) in someone else's house. We won't miss any of it. I had forgotten I even owned some of it. It's just stuff.

We sold our tent trailer a couple of months ago, and we already miss it. But camping is weird. We spend our lives acquiring stuff for our homes, and then we go camping to get out of our homes and away from our stuff. Vacations are weird. We pay for a hotel room so we can park the little bit of stuff we brought to go out and do vacation things without that same stuff.

Being a pragmatist I am happy to see a lot of our stuff go home with other people. It means I won't have to carry it again. Deb and I are excited about living lighter. We're fairly certain our next home won't be as spacious as our Everett home has been. We won't have room for more stuff. We're learning we can and will get by on a lot less. And we have to make room for Alaska stuff.