60 days ago I owned nothing. Absolutely nothing. My husband and I had lived on the water together for 8 years, and we owned nothing more than clothing, trade-specific gear, and random nicknacks from all over the world. I mean, when you live in 100 square feet for almost a decade (almost two decades for my husband), how COULD we own anything, right?
Pffffffff. Just kidding. I have no idea how it happened, but we have STUFF. Like, lots of STUFF. More STUFF than I even knew I had.
WHERE DID WE GET ALL THIS STUFF? I keep asking myself this, because – truly – I feel like it all came out of nowhere.
I don’t think I’ll be feeding my goats in my tall suede leather boots or MY PROM DRESS FROM 2002. Seriously.
I’m just glad it still fits. Silver lining!