Sixty-two days is a very long time, for some things. It is also a very short time, for other things. I can't decide whether I feel like my move to America in sixty-two days is forever away, or incredibly close. Life is an exciting and turbulent journey and I'm both buzzing for and reluctant for this chapter of mine to end. What happens next?
This is a post about simplification. I have a lot of things. I think I have more things than most people do. I don't want my things. I don't need my things. I plan to board the plane to Wisconsin with only one suitcase and one rucksack's worth of belongings. Clothes, jewellery, shoes, electronics, keepsakes-- everything, in one piece of luggage (plus a carry-on). I'm in the process of selling everything I own. It's an incredibly cleansing process. I'm listing everything, item by item, on a facebook group for my university where people buy and sell from one another. My objects go for varying prices: my blue guitar, for example, fetched thirty five pounds stirling. On the other hand, I sold a tub of glitter for a mere fifty pence. Each time I trade a possession of mine for coins and notes, I feel my soul lighten. These things are holding me down. They don't define me. I can't take them with me-- and, more importantly, I don't wish to.
I have no interest in things, but I have a deep interest in relationships. There are so many unique and worthy people in this world, and I want to know them all. I want to know dreams, emotions, passions, minds, souls, and bodies. I want to connect on every possible level. I want to fall so deeply in love with humanity that I can't breathe if I think too much about it. I don't even know if I'm talking about romantic or sexual love-- I just want to be constantly surrounded by minds, ideas, bravery, and affection. I'm moving home in sixty-two days, but I have no clue how long I'll be staying. The world is my oyster, as are the spectacular people who inhabit it, the people I wish to learn from and to experience new corners of life with. I am capable of moving onwards and upwards, and I am in the process of simplifying my life in order to break free, and do so. Let nothing keep me from sharing my love and passion for life with the world.
I'm a free bitch, baby.
Anything could happen.