mo says the key to moving is downsizing. we have too much stuff, she says. throw it out. pare down. essentials only.
i suggest that’s unlikely. we’re both sentimentalists, prone to keeping things because of the memories. we must, she says.
i point out that we have two enormous boxes of stuffed animals. refrigerator-size boxes. they’ve been sitting there for six years, still unpacked from the last move. i am skeptical she can part with any of them. she assures me yes.
as we discuss it, we stop at the truck stop near fredericksburg on the way to san angelo. mo sees a rack of stuffed animals. we can’t, i tell her. but the donkey, she sighs.
so we’re back on the road again, with eeyore along for the ride. because you can jettison stuff, but maybe always save enough space for old friends, and new ones too.
still, i’m avoiding convenience stores for the rest of the trip …