Ever since I was a little girl I’ve loved the idea of being able to carry everything I need on my back. That sounds really strange, but it’s true. When Tanaya and I were little we would go play outside and I would pack my bag with all the essentials. Which at 6 years old was Huggums (my baby doll), a juice box and my jellies. You know…in case I got invited to a party…I’d have the proper apparel. But there was just something comforting in knowing that everything I needed was right there and that is wasn’t much.
I still long for that. Living simply. Being able to carry everything I own or need on my back. Now don’t misunderstand me…I am not what most people would call outdoorsy. At least I know I don’t give that appearance. And I by no means have the kind of lifestyle where I can carry everything I own on my back. In fact I’ve managed to quite efficiently fill up a whole house all by myself.
I’m not sure what it is about having little that’s attractive to me. I’m sure people who have little would think I’m nuts…the grass is always greener right? I guess after just a few years of being in the "real world" and buying the things that I thought I was supposed to buy in order to achieve the "American Dream" I’ve realized they don’t mean squat. I love my house, but it’s not important. And we all know I love me some clothes…but they aren’t what matters. I know it’s easier for me to say that on this side of the fence though.
I’m not planning on packing it all up anytime soon, but I think there will always be that desire in me to sell everything I own and throw just the things I need on my back. That, of course, will still include my jellies:)
