I'm slightly embarrassed by how much I'm loving having my things around me once again.
I don't consider myself that much of materialistic person. Yet here I am . . . making my bed each day and saying a prayer of gratitude that I'm back on a mattress and box springs . . . putzing in the kitchen and smiling because I have just the right dish to present the food on with a certain flair . . . staging rooms (the house is for sale) with items I've collected from trips and remembering the people and places that are connected to the thing.
Guess as long as I have the stories, I won't feel too bad. Can't wait to add more.