Moving

House. Packing up memories. These objects belonged to parents and friends. I ask myself do they belong to me? Really? No . Time to let go of daft, stuff.
Strange. I have moved house sooooo many times. I can guarantee you will not beat me in my number of homes.
Finding it a struggle though as I get older. Not as much energy and perhaps a longing to settle or at least have a bolt hole lol.
We should not let material things tie us down but we do. Objects, pictures, ephemera, can be all comforting in times of stress. Perhaps they ground us and keep us and remind us of where we come from.