Thirty.
Thirty things.
I walked through my house today and deliberately counted the things that I would not leave behind were I to move.
Besides family pictures, clothing, dishes and whatnot, you know? I wanted to have an idea of what items in my home really mean anything to me.
Is thirty things a lot? Or is it a small amount?
I don't know.
I laughed because in the end, none of it means anything.
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