Sometimes I do things that I reckon don’t make a terrible amount of sense to the average person.
Like lugging a bunch of heavy boxes out to your driveway just so you can get a picture of them.
The plan was that I’d get down to just one of those black boxes.
Though that didn’t quite happen, I am still incredibly glad I went through the painful process of getting rid of things I don’t need or want. To take inventory. To feel like I can just pick up and leave because I am unhindered by baggage.
That’s a rather key ambition of mine in life. To remain baggage free. Whether in the form of things, pets, or kids.
So that I can do neat things. Like go on this trip.
And have a life worth reading about.