Living simply…

Last night I found myself once again going through what few things I own in this world.  I’ve never been a person fascinated by the thought of owning things, but am generally more amused and fulfilled by the things in life which cannot be bought.  Others who visit my apartment often comment at the emptiness that they see… the undecorated walls… the plainness of the furnishings… the spacious, and yet somewhat lacking atmosphere devoid of tchotchkes and knick-nacks.  Those things have never been a part of who I am, and yet from time to time, like tonight, I try to look at what I have amassed, and of that, what are the things I can live without, so that I can make arrangements to put those things in the hands of someone or somewhere – a home that will be more fitting to its purpose than what I would give to it.

My memories far outweigh anything material in my life. There’s an age-old question that pops up from time to time about knowing what is important to a person – something along the lines of "if there were a fire and you could only take 3 things with you that would survive it, what would those things be?" Perhaps the only things that I consider worthy of my taking is a digital camera and a journal, as both are tools for recording my experiences, my emotions, my life… the other would of course be my cat, who has faithfully been there with me for 10 years.  I’ll think my next couple of entries will focus on those three things…