I sometimes wonder at what point shall I stop moving stuff here and there...

I see people jaded from their "daily hustle and grind" in a more office-like / employee-level context.

In my case, today I lament that I keep having to move around so much STUFF.

I wish I could be like the people of r/OneBag that can fit their entire travel (or entire life!) in one go-bag. I'm not an envious person, but how I wish I could be a true Minimalist.

All my skeletons are in Storage Warehouses. With a big S. Very plural. I'm not bragging about it. I know I need help.

I just moved six new pieces of Furniture today. I don't know why, but, today is just heavy -- emotionally or psychologically -- for me.

Today marks the exact 6th Year that I moved out of my mother's house in our home State. I don't miss her. I don't miss that house either. Heck, I still left stuff there behind, overlords know what molds have grown on each of them (or what dumpster fires they'd been thrown into).

I have given away stuff. I just don't know how they keep accumulating daily, still...