it's weird to have my belongings back. after four years vagabonding i can't figure out why i kept some of this crap. but the obvious things; the journals, photos, artwork from friends, it's nice to see again. i feel a subtle difference though - the me with the storage unit and the me with the house full of stuff. my past has reattached in a way. i was lighter without it.
when you have no tangible proof of who you've been and what you've done you can make up who you are each day as you go. there's something to be said for that.
when you have no tangible proof of who you've been and what you've done you can make up who you are each day as you go. there's something to be said for that.
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