A Bird in the Kitchen

Plus: wanna buy my books?

On Sunday I had a (lukewarm, not very successful) moving sale. I am moving across the country in nine days and trying to sell the vast majority of my stuff. I think I’ll probably end up giving most of it away, which is okay. I do believe in reciprocity. I do believe new and different things will come back to me.

I do believe I have too much stuff. Or, rather, I spent money carelessly because I grew up with very little money.

I’m not going to get into this now— this money thing. This managing money and being a writer thing. But I will eventually.

What I’ll say is this: my stuff means so little to me. I imagine what that money could have done, had I not turned it into physical things that I gathered around me. I do not need very nice things. I do not need a lot. Maybe some good clothes. Lotion that works well. Solid shoes. Soft sheets. Beyond that? Idk. But I bought a lot of things while living in Seattle (over two and a half years). I did not need most of those things. In the end, they…