When I was getting married, I was in my bubble of happiness. Getting married to the love of my life was a surreal sensation that overtook every other feeling and thought. I got a little window to think about the drastic change that was to occur in my life. Two things were about to happen in my life: Adding a new role of being a wife and part of a new family and shifting to a new country. What was I blissfully unaware of at the time I was busy planning my wedding? The changes these two things were going to make in my life. If I had an inkling, I think I would have been better prepped for it.
However, this blog is not about these changes; it's about the things left behind. I guess I am sort of a materialistic person. Because apart from missing my home and family when I shifted my base after marriage, I also missed certain things in my life. I did Marie Kondo-ed most of my possessions (read: clothes) before leaving. However, there were also some things I had to leave behind because I couldn't carry them halfway across the world. Weight-limit be damned!
It's frustrating when you have to leave behind a few things that made you who you are to date. I had to keep some of the books that were dear to me, a frame that I thought would fit just right for our new home, and my dearly beloved camera. These are just a few examples. Is it because I had so many memories attached to them that I couldn't let go? Or is it that I made them part of my identity, so it was hard to leave them behind? Or was I just a materialistic person? Yes, I have overthought this (a lot).
As I came home for vacation, I got a chance to reunite with these things again. Now I feel I wasn't selfish about wanting them back in my life. These material things made me the person I am today. They did touch my life in some way. So, why not be happy about them being there for me again?
Have you associated such feelings with material things too? Are there some things you couldn't let go too while you had to shift your base? Let me know in the comments below.
Love,
Rashmi B.
When I moved from NYC to San Diego…. I cried my eyes out having to leave a ton of things behind to start over. For me- it has nothing to do with being materialistic and everything to do with leaving a part of me behind. Getting to re-unite with them coming back to NYC felt amazing but I suffered the same pain having to part with the things I connected with in my SD home as well.