I’m moving apartments this weekend. It’s just up the road a little, about a mile and a half. But this move should be a lot easier than last time – I don’t have to pack so sturdily, and there’s not as much emotional attachment to this apartment. In fact, I’m ready to start over – now that I have some more footing in California – I’m ready to be in a new place.
I just packed up my guitar, and remembered that when I drove out I had put only the most important stuff in my car. Besides some clothes and stuff for arrival, I packed in my legal documents, bike, guitar, computer, scrapbooks, a teddy bear, friend Carrie, and a thick file folder of all the sermons I’ve ever given. [I print my sermons out and scribble added things in the margins – they’re always better after giving them.]
In a way, I miss that simplicity.
I’m grateful for all the other furniture and clothes, etc. but apparently, when it comes down to it, I care about just a few things. And even those things, I could live without. I am not the sum of my stuff – houses I own, sermons I’ve given, or great hobbies.