10.08.2013

[Moving Days]

Gearing up for my 7th move in 3 years, it's inventory time again. I haven't decided yet if having so few possessions (read: a bed, dresser, buffet, and dog) is a grand accomplishment or a 25-year-old's failure. Probably both, let's be honest.

As much as I need bowls to eat food from and a couch to relax on, I would not be any more fulfilled than I am today if I had them. Since my inventory was quick to complete, I found myself daydreaming about all the things in my life that bring me fulfillment. I don't own any of them.


Some of my favorite things have hearts and souls and long hair and beautiful smiles. They make me excited about life's opportunities and the beauty of community.


Some have four legs and wet noses and have taught me more about what is important in life with their silence than I've learned from years of others' noisy words.


One is the Savior and the Son of God; He has given me unconditional love, a new heart and endless second chances.


Two of my favorites raised me and give me guidance for life they had to learn from experience. They both push and catch me through life.


Six are younger and share my bone structure and last name. They are unique and wonderful and trying to navigate life just like me.


There are other things like autumn sun, good perfume, a warm mug between my fingers, lilacs in the spring, hot showers, handmade scarves, the 60 minutes after a workout, surprises, generosity, folk music, and dancing like a fool. 


Thankfully, I can take all of these things with me wherever I go. No moving van required.