I thought of the George Carlin routine about how a house is more or less a place to keep your stuff when I read this today.

Stuff, and how much of it I really need, is very much on my mind lately as I begin packing to move. I did actually divest myself of a lot of stuff when I cleaned up in order to put the place on the market, but there's still a terrifying amount of stuff that hasn't really been taken out of whatever drawer or closet it's been shoved into for the almost seven years that I've lived here. Stuff that I'm going to have to reckon with shortly.

In my idle moments, I think to myself that I'd like to get rid of all of my stuff and go live on a boat, or get an old Airstream and move from place to place. If I had a job that would allow me to telecommute, I'd do it in a heartbeat.

Well, except for the fact that a catbox in such a confined space would be no fun.

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