::Insert cliché quote about traveling while you’re young::
I know it’s not realistic to assume that everyone has the means, but that’s just it, you don’t have to. In just two short weeks, I’m becoming a Colorado resident. Why? Because why not? Why just visit, if you can live it? There’s more to life than being born into a place our parents grew up in and trying to find our way in one city, one county, one state.
This will be the 8th time I’ve packed and unpacked in the past three years. I guess It’s a good thing I’ve condensed everything into a mid sized sedan worth’s move. I’d like to think that going through these four or five boxes would get easier each time. It hasn’t. For some, it’s a way to sift through their collections. For me, it’s been a reminder of everything I’ve given up.
I store things in my mind, and bring them back into fruition through stories, not trinkets. Although my journey hasn’t been tangible, I know the less I have, the quicker I can justify my escapes. What ever the opposite of a hoarder is, that’s what I suffer from. Today I stopped myself from throwing away my diploma because it meant nothing to me. It took up a place in a box, that took up a place in my car, that I’ve been dragging along for the ride. A stupid piece of paper, trying to keep up with me.
I don’t own a bed, or a dresser, or an ironing board for that matter. I borrow, I return, and I keep it moving. Essentially I have nothing, and some days that makes me feel like I have everything.