Every time I buy a durable good, it weighs me down. It's something I'll have to divest myself of later. And while often I can shrug this off, sometimes it makes me wistful.
Like: I have become fond of my vacuum cleaner.
Is there a tipping point of stuff accumulation that creates a gravitational pull toward geographic inertia? I'm not there yet, but I will confess to having cast about for a U.S. location for next year. Just because of my stuff.
Like: I am reluctant to leave behind my car again.
As I set up my printer today, I told myself that buying such items is a just a matter of overhead - the cost of living in a place, and not to attach any more meaning onto it than that.
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| All my stuff three months ago. |
2 comments:
I completely understand. I want less stuff, but moving recently really tested that. I "purged" (but not enough - sentimentality held me back). And now there's the appeal of decorating my new place... More stuff I don't need but that makes me feel good.
"More stuff I don't need but that makes me feel good."
I KNOW - this instinctive drive was so difficult for me to fend off when I first landed in NM!
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