So many useless things

On July 31st, 2007, I packed up everything I owned and lived out of suitcases for a month while I stayed with Angel before starting grad school. Once I moved to DC, I stayed with a coworker for weeks, then moved to a sublet for another week, and finally, into my very own place (with three roommates) and unpacked all my boxes, bought a brand new bed (that I have a love affair with) and set up shop. Come May of 2008, I put my things back in storage and lived out of three suitcases for the next 8 months. First with my boyfriend in the bay, then in Buenos Aires to study abroad. I got back to DC in January and stayed with a friend for nearly a month until I found a place. Soon after, I found a house, and unpacked all my things. I didn't unpack all my boxes because I knew I'd be moving sometime in the fall. I took a backpack to Colombia for a month and now, due to no fault of my own, I had to immediately move out again and put my things in storage once again. Now I'm going to CA with the same three suitcases to live out of those until I return to DC come the fall and take my things out of storage again.

The point of this historical recap? I was reflecting in the shower about how little time I've had with my personal belongings. How little I needed anything but the clothes off my back (and a few pairs of shoes) but yet, how I refuse to get rid of any of my things. Even though most of it has layed in boxes for a large part of the past year, I still find my untouched game of Taboo critical to my happiness. My empty photo albums I intend to fill with pictures one day are absolutely necessary. My precious stuffed animals that never made it out of their boxes.... the list goes on and on and on. I really don't need much. I spent the past month with only a backpack wishing that I had LESS stuff and only hoping I had the same clothes but washed. I don't quite understand the attachment I have to my things that have gone untouched and boxed up for so long. I think I hope that when I return to DC with my bf, I'll be able to finally unpack, play a game of Taboo, and settle in. But until then, as much as i complain, I'm perfectly fine with my three suitcases. And even then, I'm certain that I have too many things with me that I'll never use.