The Stuff You Own
A few weeks ago, vacationing in Dallas, we had this urge to just sell all our stuff, including the house, and buy an RV to take our life on the road. We’d be untethered and free to go meet new people, see new things, visit family and friends we don’t have time to visit with our crazy busy lives. I’d join my man in the freelance writing profession, and we’d have all we needed — shelter, food, adventure and love. Problem is, I still love my house and my job, and yes, my stuff.
I remembered what George Carlin had to say about “stuff” back in the 80s before the politics became so unbearable in his comic routines. If we ever did this, we’d just have to reduce the size of our stuff and move on down the road.