Moving

From T-shirts to couch pillows –the tangible in my life screams of the past. Good, bad, happy and sad. “Things” I have acquired and kept year after year, move after move resurface and conjurs up emotions in me I cannot describe.
Birthday cards, college essays, my couch, my coffee table –that ugly sweater I will never throw away or ever wear in public. Everything I own has no monetary value, yet the magnitude of its value is held in my heart and soul.
Some will say, “It’s just stuff.” But I’ve moved enough in my life where the “stuff” I have kept, I must have kept for a reason. It reminds me of who I was, who I am, who I can be and who I want to be.