I feel trapped by my possessions. These are things that have been in my family for years; a 100-year-old bedroom suit; teddy bears that were my childhood friend; mementos from the past, just things with memories all attached to them. I am wanting to sell them, get in my truck and leave, but I haven't the money.
I think in part because these things cause too much pain, but they are all I have to hold on to. They belonged to my family, now long passed and in a grave somewhere almost 2,000 miles away. I know that they would understand, but that part of me that wants to hold on to the memories won't let it go. I am the memory keeper.
I want to get rid of all of this technology, but I am addicted to it (and air conditioning) and live in a cabin in the woods. I know how to grow food, how to preserve food, how to knit, crochet; all of that. I might as well live where there is no one around, for I am alone. What is one less person in this world?
Submitted August 16, 2020 at 11:47PM by maggierose1978 https://ift.tt/2Ya3LYu
