Moving

Uprooting our lives brings joy and exhaustion. It certainly feels like purging, don't you think? When we move from one place of residence to another, we find ourselves going through absolutely everything: papers, pictures, clothing, small and large items, etc. etc. etc. Gheesh. It seems to never end, those things we collect as part of our lives. Do we really need it all? Well, to tell the truth, just as I purge, let go, give away, throw away, I find a need for that very "thing." Where did it go? I guess we could buy another, borrow another, and get by. So why do we hoard, hold onto, keep so much stuff? Well, moving gives one insight into just how much stuff we carry on our backs, literally, when we move the stuff from one place to another.  I heard once that if it hasn't been used in one year, pitch it. I have an attic full of "pitchable" stuff, because it has remained in that attic for ten years! Wouldn't it be great if we could just let it go without even looking inside each box? Just simply let it go? Ha. Good try.  Thus, the uprooting becomes the sorting through, letting go, and definately holding onto our stuff. I guess our backs will carry it forward to our next residence, and our next, and our next. Funny how much stuff we accumulate in our lifetime. Can you let your stuff go?