(Edit: I wrote this post a few days ago and scheduled it for publication this morning as I sometimes do. I thought I un-published it this morning, but apparently that didn’t work, so now I’m just leaving it.)
There are some things that adult children typically leave at their parents’ home, I think, until those parents get sick of them and give them away, or not. Things like old school work, and nerfuls, and playmobil.
But as a expat who left the States in my early twenties, there is even MORE stuff that lives at my parents’ house simply because I never put it on a plane or a cargo ship to get it over here. Because I was traveling with two suitcases. And I don’t go home five times a year (or even every year).
- All my CDs from the age of 13 to 25.
- All my books. (Though I’ve unloaded a lot at Half Price Books over the years.)
- Random things I love, like the thuja wood jewelry box I bought in Morocco.
- Quilts handed down from my grandmother and crocheted blankets made by my mom.
- Almost all the dresses I acquired before 2009.
- Pretty kitchen serving dishes, most of them gifts from my mom when I was in college.
- A modest foreign doll collection.
It’s hard to make a complete list because the things I have at my parents’ house come back to me randomly and surprisingly. Like I’ll be talking with a friend who’s knitting a blanket and then think, oh yeah, we have those things back home, and I could have them if I hadn’t moved so freaking far away.
I like to point out that J has five times as much stuff as I do, but it’s really only because there are things you just don’t take on a plane with you when you don’t know if you’re going for more than a year. (Although it is also partly because of his rock-climbing t-shirt habit.)
Maybe someday soon I’ll cough up the cash to ship some of it over here. It’s nice being free of things, but some of them are more than just “things.”
Anyone else out there have stuff they’re attached to back home? (Also, thanks Mom and Dad.)