The things we leave behind [204/365]

For today’s post I was out of subjects. Started to look around in WordPress Daily Post, and found an article “The things we leave behind”. It was interesting and well written.

harnosand_viewWhat first came to my mind was my home. I left pretty much my whole existence behind when I moved in May 2004. I brought a box with me … 20 kilos … that’s what was I deemed important enough to ship. Little items … mementos … Now, all my “stuff” is packed and stored away back in Sweden. It is just that: stuff. I’ve lived here for twelve years now, and haven’t been in any dire need for any of that stuff. How important was it all?!

blue_cupSometimes I think of some little item, fondly, and feel a little tug of the heart strings. Honestly, it can be really silly things, like a towel or a coffee mug!  Then I ask myself what’s important. They are just dead things … not living beings like my husband or our cat. I should be happy that I have had them instead, and I can always look at this, blue cup here in this picture, knowing it’s safely tucked away in a box. Besides, in twelve years, I have accumulated plenty of new stuff that I really like. Should I have to move again, I’d be faced with the same questions … what to leave behind.

I also left behind a whole country … my little hometown … family, friends, co-workers — the list  goes on. Took me close to eight years before I ever went back again. They all made it just fine without me, and likewise I made it fine too. Life goes on, on both continents. Nothing is static. My town had changed, but not so much, at least not visibly. Sometimes it happens that I sense that little tug of the heart strings again, when I think of my hometown, but those times are becoming more and more rare. Strangely, it’s the town in itself, somehow — not necessarily the people in it.

The country seemed to have changed too, but I couldn’t really pin-point what it was — something about the atmosphere — it felt colder. Now it’s been two years since I was there and since then they’ve received 190,000 refugees. That’s a huge amount of people considering how small a country it is. That fact has certainly made a difference. The population of Sweden is approximately ten million people. To put this in perspective; Canada has received 25,000 and it’s a huge country.

Now, this is stuff I know nothing about, but from what I read in the media it has clearly affected the country.

To sum this up: I’ve left a lot behind as you can see and that didn’t mean a thing. Not to me, not to the others. All in all, I think if we’d stop paying such great importance to ourselves, and to “stuff”, we’d see things in a whole different light. That is what I’ve learnt from all of this.

18 Replies to “The things we leave behind [204/365]”

  1. I saw the post you refer to in the Reader and loved the header image, but didn’t read it because I feared it would be sentimental. It wasn’t so much, now that I went back and read it. I’m all for leaving things behind. It’s impossible burden, material and mental, to carry all that you’ve ever accumulated around with you. I left a lot of things behind when I was moving, and it was a smart thing to do because not only would I not use the memorabilia for anything, but I don’t miss them to the extent that I hardly recall now what things I used to own.

    1. Yes, you’re right. Would be great if it was as easy to rid oneself of the mental accumulations too. That’s what I’m working on with the Morning Pages. A person I used to know always preached that he didn’t want to own more stuff than it could be carried in two grocery bags. Now he has a house, wife and children LOL …

      1. The mental baggage is more difficult to deal with. But getting rid of material evidence of it helps too! A house, a wife and children is what I’m trying to avoid. And will probably succeed, surely in the wife part 😉

  2. I wonder if when we are missing things we used to own, or have stored away, it is really a time in our life we are missing, or maybe even just a touch of loneliness. If ind when I am missing what I think is a different life, I look at the lives of people who have never moved, never left anything behind, and I am glad I made the choices I did.
    It’s interesting, too, that some of the ‘stuff’ I brought here, I am now finding new homes for.

    1. I sometimes think of that … “if I’d chosen differently” and I shudder. I’m so thankful for my life here and to have gotten this opportunity, this late in life.

  3. Material things mean little to me in most cases. Now the art work I have collected over the years is not one of those ‘things’. The artwork pieces remind me of where I was on my journey thru Life. Especially the aboriginal art. And there are childhood books that I have kept for years.
    For the most part tho’; I can part with ‘things’ easily.
    When I moved from Hamilton back to Owen Sound I left behind family; friends; support groups & my way of Life there.
    I do not regret leaving Hamilton itself. It is a noisy dirty city. Mind you, I have a million memories.
    Being back here now for 20 years, I see how the place has changed. City Council brings in many people from out of town for REHAB & then some stay & fall off the wagon & we have so much petty crime & addiction issues & mentally ill people wandering around the place. I do not even feel safe to walk out in daylight, never mind night time….
    IF I were to leave this town behind I would miss the place I grew up in……
    but at this point, I guess I am here to stay…..
    ((hugs)) Sherri-Ellen

      1. Owen Sound used to be one of the safest places to be in the province. People always came back here to live (like I have done). Now people are leaving….good solid people who work & do good things. And this place fills up with the underbelly of life…….
        None of us feel safe walking by ourselves anymore…..sad but true. Downtown is shabby & rundown….so many drug addicted teens wandering around; it is so sad….
        And then County Housing with their open policy to let drug dealers & drug makers live here because ‘everyone has to live somewhere’…regardless if they are sane, sober & trustworthy…..
        Anyway, I can’t change things. have to accept things & hope a new opportunity comes along at some point…..

          1. It is VERY sad Rebby….my childhood home used to be one of the safest places in the province. Now it is not….I always go out with someone; never alone…..just in case…..
            I never used to worry about being out on my own 😦

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