The Things You Own...

Living in a small space for a family of four, relatively, I feel like we don't have that much stuff. But, when I look around, we have things everywhere. We've moved so many times that we've gotten rid of many things, too. I'd love to go back to the time when Jason and I had everything we needed in the trunk of our car, and we were free to travel the country. To have that mobility, that was freedom.

We're about to go under contract on our first home. I have such mixed feelings about this. Half of me is so excited to finally be in OUR own home, and I love the new neighborhood, and I know it's what we're supposed to do with kids. The other half is mourning the loss of the little bit of rebellion we ever had. We've never wanted to follow the path that everyone follows, that your supposed to follow; but, gradually that's what we've done, nonetheless. I love our life together, and I know this will be best for us, but I can't help worrying that these things will end up owning us. Stuff everywhere cripples my mind. We're moving to an equally small space, so I know we won't accumulate much more, but I wish I had the courage to go bare bones. Every time I manage to rid us of another thing, though, there is something we "need" to buy. There is always something. I am grateful for everything we have and will soon have, I just hope it doesn't hold us back, and stop us from focusing on our dreams.