88 Pounds

That number has been rolling around in my head for the last week.. 88 Lbs that represent my former life.

For those who might not know.. or care for that matter. I have just moved from the Philadelphia area in the US to North of London.
For almost 2 weeks before the move my love was after me to pack, worrying that I might not have enough space for all of my things.

She need not have worried.

After all these years I seem to have accumulated very little in the way of “stuff”. I did have some big things.. Two cars and a motorcycle, those I could not bring, a guitar that would have never survived the journey.. but other than that I fit almost everything I have left into two suitcases. Now I didn’t bring some plaques I’ve gotten over the years, I also left the Photo Albums in the care of my wonderful daughter. But when I finished packing I was surprised.

I have decided to be happy about my lack of stuff. Happy because it represents the fact that I know what is important in life… people not things.

Those are worth their weight in gold. More, even than 88 Lbs of gold.

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