next to nothing
to my name
lugging clothes from place to place in a garbage bag.
Therefore I have grown overly attached to things. Look how nice the cherry wood coffee table is. Look how shiny the flat screen TV. Look how colourful the bookcases are, filled with books
Feel how comfy the couch, the way you sink into it like a hug from an old friend. Feel how soft the throw, wrap it around your shoulders. Catch the heat from your body.
It took so long to accumulate all the trappings of comfort. Collect piece by piece, wait for sales. The shiny appliances
stainless steel pots
a sifter to bake soft cupcakes with.
Sometimes, a lot of times, I think of selling it all to run away on an adventure, to start all over again somewhere else.
After finally escaping new beginnings, do I truly have the courage to begin