All the "stuff" I leave behind...an accumulation of a "nomadic" life. All the kitchen tools, auto tools (I am now carless, and never worked on my last car when I had one...too much tech), most old photos (very few good memories to cherish after the curse of the Borg hit our family), appliances, books, clothes, so much paper I could have dumped ages ago. My wonderful friend the bicycle. Even it has begun to turn against me after two carpal tunnel ops. I look at it all piled over there, and think "so what"? It'll be a few months yet, but I'll be travelling and don't expect to stay here, job or not. I cannot do another winter underwater. I'll live under the blue sky somehow.
