These days I live in a sea of moving boxes. At first only a sliver of my was life stacked high in a corner, but as moving day draws near I can hardly walk in my apartment without tripping over myself.
It's funny putting my life in boxes. It's funny how much of it I don't need.
I've been fine this week without the frames and socks, the quilts and pillows, the mysterious FRAGILE box and the summer clothes. I live in a tiny apartment and yet I have so much stuff. How much of it do I actually need? Sigh...need vs. want: Cliche (yet important) argument and Katie meet again!
Don't get me wrong; it would be impractical to get rid of everything. I won't wear summer clothes this week but I will next June. I don't need the frames now (or ever) but they hold photos of people I love. Those familiar faces will be an especially welcome sight in a new place. I'm glad for the things I have--especially cherished treasures from loved ones and friends.
It would be impractical to get rid of everything but I do wonder if I've got the right balance. Are there more 'wants' than 'needs' in the boxes? Yes. I'm sure of it. What's the balance between good stewardship of stuff vs. seemingly endless accumulation of things we think we need?
No answers. Just questions. Back to packing!
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