Then, after a decade plus in Seattle, it was time to return back East. This time, the technology of moving offered up an option to store my goods in a moveable pod. I could have loaded all my things into a bin the size of a tractor-trailer. But, I had to ask myself: what do I really need with me? It was easy to let go of the big stuff. And ultimately, everything fit into a 7×7 container: an “instant apartment” that would feel like home, wherever it landed.
While sorting through it all, I came to realize most of it was the same stuff that made the original move so long ago. And I wondered, now that I was a “grownup”, shouldn’t I have furniture and big appliances to care about? Instead, I valued the same hand-me-down stereo that had been with me since art school, the same records my pre-teen hands held, the gifted Lynda Barry books that were always at my bedside table.
Even the newer additions to my treasures were gifts from family and friends. A handmade “Oogie” Puppet (all you Jersey kids out there remember the Uncle Floyd show?) the shot glass collection, the Johnny Cash/Ramones shrine, jars of sea glass and pine cones.
I suppose everyone agrees, the real treasures are the little things.