After spending the last week looking at every object that crossed my path with the thought, “Is this something worth keeping or can I live without it?” I’m finding that I can’t shake that view.  Since returning home I’ve already filled two grocery bags with books I don’t feel the urge to keep anymore (I do have to make room for the seven boxes that I deemed worth retaining from the Portland purge) and I’m turning a similarly calculating eye on my clothes and kitchen goods.

While I have had some flashbacks to those moments when I watched someone walk off with items I had once loved or appreciated, I’m finding that I don’t regret anything that I let go last week.  It’s amazing how items that I once felt were vital to my personal happiness are now so unimportant.