When I married the first time in 1990 at age 20, I moved 750 miles from home and took nothing but a few clothes. We divorced in 1993 and I moved to a small apartment in that city with my 1-year-old son. We had a few dishes, kitchenware, clothes, a toddler bed and that's it. I moved to England in December 1995 on a fiance visa. One suitcase had clothes, the other had my son's toys. In 2004, I returned to the US with a husband, three children and four suitcases. Once in the US, we moved to five cities in three states in four and a half years. We have been in one city now since 2008. My youngest child will finish school by 2019 and we will be returning to England. So, you know we will be doing that process again.
I guess since I started moving a great deal early in my adulthood, I've lived quite simply and only kept items that I know I want to have around. It is weird to buy the same stuff over and over like a dining table, living room furniture and beds. I definitely do not ever think about the cost of it all or I would never leave! There was a part of me that wanted me to buy stuff so I felt more "rooted" to one place but my sister told me that "life is not about stuff but of experiences". She told me this as we cleared our childhood home after the death of our last parent in 2011. We had to go through 50 years of stuff. We walked away with a box of photos for me and she kept a bookcase my father built.
I think of it this way: Life is not about your things, it's your experiences and the memories you've created. You're not leaving people or places behind but building your memories and moving forward is creating new ones.
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