Changing houses is a good exercise to take
stock of life especially if you’re like me and have chronicled your life through
possessions. Sifting through the stuff while moving house recently, I came
across ‘relics of my past’; books, picture frames, letters, toys, diaries,
broken crayons, scribbled pages, forgotten knick knacks. And that’s where I
was these past two months, in other places, other times, pouring over the
stories of my possessions.
Well shifting still helps us sort through the cluster right ?
ReplyDeleteI can relate to the feeling, I've changed nine houses since i was born.