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.
What 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?!
Sometimes 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.