.... my life anyway. Reduced to the contents of a variety of boxes. And how liberating it is to just have it all boxed up and stacked so neatly. There is no urgent feeling to open the boxes. It has made me all to aware of how little I care about most of the "things" in my life. I honestly think I could go back to the University me who was two rubbermaid bins, a garment bag and a duffle bag, the one who moved every 4 months. Makes me realize why I am not a packrat. Not to mention, that in this digital age all we need is a laptop and a jump drive full of photos. No heavy albums.
When it is all boxed and cubically contained I wonder if I will feel the urge to leave it all behind? Unfortunately, or fortunately... depending which side you're on in my life, it is all just a feeling. I am too committed to the things in my life that need me and way to sensible. But that little cabin somewhere way up north.... the one with no running water, that I would winter out in it and experience first thaws of the north in.... It still calls!
