My life in boxes.
Anyone who has ever packed up everything they own understands how it goes. You start out hopefully. After weeks of sorting and pitching and donating and giving away, that feeling of being owned by your stuff hits you.
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You can't throw anything else away. All the loose ends get stashed in whatever box/bag/tote that is available and you shove it out the door.
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I know I can live on less. I just can't, yet. I have this obligation to some of my stuff to find it a proper home, even if it is not with me.
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