I hate stuff

I hate stuff. I have an apartment full of stuff and sometimes I wish the place would just burn to the ground so I could be free of it all I have spent thousands of dollars shipping my stuff from one side of the country to the other and really, at the end of the day, I would be just fine without any of it.

"You can't take it with you" and whatnot.

And yet, when my Christmas tree fell down last night, shattering all my childhood ornaments, I felt an undeniable need to make it right. Thank you EBAY.

Broken ornaments replaced and for one month a year I can pretend they are the same.

Stuff - to be boxed up and shoved in the back of my dusty closet, or to sit in plain sight, unneeded and unappreciated.

Just me and my stuff.