Moving myself and all my richness

Well, 12345 Lamplight Village Ave, Apt 1014 has served me well for 4 years. Four years? Can it really be? My first place by myself. I grew a lot while here. Especially materially! Gee whiz!  I've been packing for months in anticipation of being super organized and ready for a smooth move into storage and my parent's home. (I'm going to the folks, 80% of my stuff is going into a garage.) I stressed out a lot this week about the transition, the chaos in my usually spotless apartment, leaving the Elizondo's, the Romney's, and Melissa Smith, and the imposition I am going to be invading my parent's space. I had sad moments of leaving the apartment where there are memories of the last boy that I loved (cracked shelf he build wrong, dancing in the living room, watching movies on my couch). I admit I probably freaked out a little with the prospect of buying a home in the hopefully near future, alone! But really I'm not alone, so my fears are totally irrational. Needless to say, it's been an emotional few weeks for me.

Today I had the thought over and over again- look at all this stuff you have not as a burden, but as physical evidence of how rich you are. I am indeed rich. Yesterday the W.H.O organization announced it is running out of money to feed the 1 million plus Syrian refugees in Turkey. That is a real world problem. My organizing my stuff is a rather insignificant "problem" to have. I am a very wealthy woman by the world's standards globally.

And not only am I rich in material things, but as my friend pointed out- "rich with love, rich in giving, rich with spirituality, and rich with qualities".

So apartment 1014, you have served me well. I am off to my next adventure as my cup runneth over!