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Day 328: the right stuff or too much stuff!

25 Nov

If ever there was something to test my lovemore attitude, it’s packing.
And moving.
Again.

We awoke in Jacksonville after the most amazing birthday celebration for Justin (6 months late!) at the Eddie Vedder concert.  Eddie played solo for 2 and 1/2 hours last night with a little duet or two with Glen Hansard. AMAZING.

As one headline wrote: Eddie Vedder proves to Jacksonville crowd that a ukulele can rock

It was pretty incredible — and that’s coming from a girl who usually passes on concerts just to avoid getting beer spilled on her clothes. Sad but true.

We then drove six hours to Naples, only to spend the day in our storage unit….. PACKING.

 

Egads!
For a girl who gave up shopping for one entire year, I have a lot of stuff. And stuff. And stuff. The question is: is it the right stuff?

Signing off for the night……
Tired.
Exhausted.
Sore.

Trying to keep my lovemore attitude. 

xo~
Jamie

 

 

 

 

 

Day 144: empty-handed

24 May

This afternoon we left our apartment empty, turned in the keys, and hit the road to that place called “north” ~ also known in my head as summer. 

After all the boxes were moved, furniture lifted and locked away in the storage unit, we sat in the middle of our empty apartment.

Emptiness.
It felt so big.

Just moments before the space was packed with overflowing boxes and it seemed so tightly cramped.  Then, a mere hour passed by, and with everything removed and nothingness left, it took on the grand arrogance of space.

That, of course, is easy to reflect upon AFTER the part where we had to lift all the boxes and move all the furniture.  Moving is indeed much easier said, as they say.

In that moment of emptiness, with just a vacuum and a few pairs of shoes scattered about the apartment, I was able to reflect upon stuff.

Stuff:  things acquired.

It’s all so precious, isn’t it?
The story of the stuff, more than the thing itself.

The stories are priceless.
A collection of moments.

  • The time we went to the beach and brought back perfect conical shells.
  • The time we went to Costco and came home with a vat of laundry detergent against our better judgment 
  • The time we found that flat screen TV at half-off prices
  • The time we took Pup to the vet (when he tried to hide under the bench but only his nose fit) and he came home with a new scarf.

Some of this stuff we kept.
Some stuff we threw away.

It was clear to me, sitting in an empty apartment, that stuff is fleeting.
However, stories, that is the stuff that will forever leave me full.

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