Garage Sale

I'm getting rid of my vanity and matching side table, my art table, my old computer, my new bike, my clothes, my tall chest of drawers that's really Tracey's. It's going to be weird coming back from Pune to unfamiliar things. I need this though, spent too much time thinking about downsizing not to go a little nuts. And why not, I don't actually need all of this stuff. I can breath a sigh of relief when all of my stuff is finally gone. Or I am gone from my stuff.

See, the night I decided to move to India, I had this dream: I'm walking around in this big empty loft apartment. I'm navigating through cluttered side tables, they are full of things that are supposed to have meaning for me. And I'm talking to people I love, I think I spotted Alicia and Rosy, and I can't touch them. I reach for them but they move too quickly. Weird. So I try to pick up something from the table and magically, it's wrapped in white wrapping, and physically shuffled away from me. OK, I get it already! India is far from the things I love.