I have a very vivid memory of driving away from a childhood home at the age of four. I remember looking out the back of the car, watching the big old farm house get smaller and smaller. And I remember the sadness.
This morning, I sit in this room I love with a very similar feeling. It’s our last week in this very memorable home. I don’t normally feel so attached to places. But this time, seeing through the eyes of my children, it’s different.
So big curve here, this is where I differ from the Minimalist movement. Excess makes my skin crawl, but these thoughtfully kept, useless, eclectic things that I have in this home are an expression of who we are and a comfort to be around. And I know that when my kids look around here, knowing they have to leave, it’s much more than the structure of this house they’re worried about loosing.
Yes, attachment to things can be unhealthy. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t enjoy and hold on to those things we love to be around, while we can. So please think twice before you give away that collection of books you love – like I once did. When it’s time to let go, when you have no choice, you will.