"Happiness is not found in the things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release."
- Nathaniel Hawethorne
It's been over two years since I've moved. That might not sound like much, but two years is longer than I have ever lived in the same place for the last decade.
I love our little apartment, don't get me wrong - it's actually lovely, and I will be sad to leave it whenever we do. But sometimes I have the overwhelming urge to throw out everything we own.
Maybe it's the habit of packing every twelve months, trying to stay light, trying to be realisitic about what we "need." Maybe it's the fear of attachment to material things. But for whatever reason, occasionally I daydream about the day we move out, of all the things we'll shed, of how light we'll be again.