WHERE DID ALL THIS STUFF COME FROM?

the day after we moved into our first airbnb house, we had to bring some things back to our storage unit. I was shocked when i opened the door and scared too. I don't know where, when or how or most importantly, why, we accumulated all this stuff.

and what brought quakes of fear into my soul was the thought that at some time in the future, i'm going to have to unbox all this and make it part of our lives again.

UNLESS bill and i become zen monks wandering with our begging bowl and only the robe on our back. Oh, that won't work. i'm a real high maintenance eater.

Even though we are only about 15 minutes from where we lived for 4 years, it feels like an adventure. Getting used to new driving routes and figuring out what is in the kitchen. Cuz this dictates what our meals will be.

I'm loving this. Feels like i've shed some responsibilities. oh, and our bed has a memory foam mattress which makes our sleep similar to being back in the womb.