My folks signed the contract today. Our house is going on the market. I have to pack up 20 years worth of crap and and get my room looking like someone normal lives here. I really am trying. Very VERY hard. I am just trying to repeat: I own my stuff. My stuff does not own me. I own my stuff. My stuff does not own me. Again. I own my stuff. My stuff DOES NOT own me. Maybe if I keep repeating it I will actually believe it and will be able to get rid of my stuff.
Especially since my HLM told me there was no way I could ever be buddhist because I like my stuff way too much. Go figure.
It's official. We're moving.
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