… attachment to a thing, what is it about it that makes us so superficially happy, at least for a second. we blanket ourselves with it, we move it around. we like it. period.

when aaron and I move to india at the end of march, we will take two bags each. shove all we can on those two bags each. and i say ‘each’ a lot, because the very thought of it is already depriving me from sinking myself in them again, and again. things I have so eagerly accumulated over the past year. gone, at least for a while.

and i am not unique that i like to create an space around me that i enjoy. it is a god given (something).

nevertheless, this transition of leaving [things] behind, makes one thing clear. while things are very useful to make ‘house,’ one needs more than a Target blanket to make it in india.