tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777642193089695807.post7452456524841532494..comments2023-12-26T03:23:49.896-07:00Comments on Claudsy's Calliope: Limiting OneselfClaudette Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01323759000341863947noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777642193089695807.post-40480718807953004262010-12-02T00:44:28.236-07:002010-12-02T00:44:28.236-07:00It will astound you how much you have no need for,...It will astound you how much you have no need for, but that someone else can use. Even your pantry will need thinning out of all those items you finally understood that no one in the family would eat.<br /><br />We've been thinning for so long, long before this trip. We're just finally getting to the end of it.<br /><br />ClaudsyClaudette Younghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01323759000341863947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777642193089695807.post-87498320565765775832010-12-01T14:52:51.462-07:002010-12-01T14:52:51.462-07:00Wow Clauds, this is a great thought. We used to m...Wow Clauds, this is a great thought. We used to move every single year when I was a child (twice one year). Now that I dont ever want to move again, I find myself collecting junk. I dont need it, why am I saving it? Dont know. Just am. Maybe I should do a purge myself...after the holiday.<br /><br />ctnyCourtney Renehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06071553271857082374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777642193089695807.post-91253678601155198112010-11-29T13:44:35.027-07:002010-11-29T13:44:35.027-07:00Definitely some gypsy blood in there, in the right...Definitely some gypsy blood in there, in the right toe. You sure learn a lot about people, and yourself, when you move about. My husband is all sensible, so I'll probably have to wait 18 or so years before I can get a wiggle on.CarrieBoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05760105674950918729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777642193089695807.post-82735475172725442392010-11-29T09:05:49.841-07:002010-11-29T09:05:49.841-07:00Oh, Carrie, a gal after my own heart. I so underst...Oh, Carrie, a gal after my own heart. I so understand. Sister and I have been traveling about this country for what seems like forever. If I haven't lived there, she probably has and vice versa. I'm thinking we're part gypsy--our feet anyway.Claudette Younghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01323759000341863947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777642193089695807.post-61573592868110855662010-11-29T08:34:46.097-07:002010-11-29T08:34:46.097-07:00Oh my goodness, I have a million digital photos of...Oh my goodness, I have a million digital photos of my little family. I must burn a DVD of it all and stuff it in my pocket. Stick all my writing on Google docs. And then there's some of my artwork. Oh, I didn't think this through. Might be two suitcases.CarrieBoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05760105674950918729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777642193089695807.post-43483135928847847802010-11-28T20:40:23.336-07:002010-11-28T20:40:23.336-07:00Ooh, good one, Clauds. Having lived between two co...Ooh, good one, Clauds. Having lived between two countries as a child, and leaving "home" early as I could, I learned this lesson well.<br />I was young, so sentimental items didn't exist. I had bought my own flat. Worked for a minimal wage and put everything I had into my little flat. Then I decided to move back to Canada (where I had lived from 5-12). I brought with me one suitcase. I left everything. Not like selling, just giving it all away. In those five years, nothing had made me feel content. Independence, yes, but not materialistically. The day I left, my bed mattress was being carried down the street by old acquaintances. I left wardrobes and cupboards, a small fridge and oven for a couple with children. All I cared about was my new life. When I found myself in Toronto, I slept on coats and clothes for the first little while, telling myself I wouldn't be trapped by possessions ever again. And now, over ten years later, I am surrounded by stuff. I have more than I ever dreamed possible. And I have indeed thought, what if we had to leave? Or the house got burned down. Or whatever. There isn't much, aside family (including pets) that I would have to save. One antique box filled with my grandparents, my history (other stuff I love to bits, but could live on inside me). That's it. A memory stick of music,and I.D., something to cook with, bare essentials, and I'd leave it all behind for true freedom (especially if I didn't have to pay taxes!). The more you have, the more you have to worry about. And life is just too short. Enough, Clauds? I think we have too much as it is, in the western world. But not enough of what matters. When I leave this house, after Roz has grown up - I'm not moving it all with me. I'll pack a suitcase once more, and leave it all behind. I love what you are doing. :)CarrieBoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05760105674950918729noreply@blogger.com