Home

Even if its an overnight stay at a hotel, Tonya will unpack all of our clothes and pack them into the hotel dresser.  She will set up the bathroom and room like we were moving in.  We laugh about it because it makes no sense to me, because I am kind of different.

I am typically one to throw stuff away. When we move, I would much rather throw crap away than to move it to another place where we’ll just store it until the next time we move.

Those things are still nonsense to me, but I, if left to my own, would likely throw a lot of things away, which would not have been stored away.  I have a tendency to be rid of ’stuff’.  I don’t like to hold on to things.

I’m not sure why.  I’m not sure if its a lacking desire to move it all again when it’s easier to throw it all away.  Maybe its because I want more simplicity…always!  Maybe…

I don’t know why, but I thought about it some today.  There is an element of “home” within a lot of those things.  As people, we move more and more than we used to in generations gone by.  It is more and more rare to be able to grow up entirely in one house.  Houses are not that element of home any longer.  But there ARE items that we attach with a sense of ‘home’.  Even though I cannot exactly think of a particular house to which I can say, “Oh THAT was home to me,” I can think of items, which if removed from any of the houses growing up, would have thrown my sense of “home” completely upside down.

This is a reminder to me that though life is very transient now, I have to LIVE wherever I may be at the time.  That may mean LIVING like I’ll be there for the rest of my life (even if I KNOW I won’t).  Make ‘home’ wherever I am.  Thats the only way to make such short term places truly feel like home, and we all need a sense of home.

And thats not easy for a guy who, what seems by nature, likes to get rid of crap.