I remember when I was young and had my entire life ahead of me. There was never a reason to look back, only forward to all the possibilities. Then, at a certain age, I stopped looking forward. Instead I started looking around to see what I had accomplished in my life, at my savings and retirement account, at my things, my home, my loved ones, and then figured this was it. I was comfortable and would finish the game with a respectable retirement and complete my life just like my parents did and their parents did.
Then something happened. A sort of restlessness that comes from standing still. I began traveling more, first around the United States, and then some international travel. This travel experience opened up the possibility of moving somewhere else, overseas, to a foreign country, maybe to Ecuador
.. Moving to Ecuador somehow got on a short list of things we might actually do in our retirement
So, now what? Do we sell all our stuff and start over or do we move all our stuff to a different continent? Just thinking about the coordination of such a complex operation was causing me anxiety. How much do I really care about all this stuff?
You know, I look back on my youth and I can only think of 3 or 4 things I wish I still had.

My cool lunch boxes (Green Hornet and The Rat Patrol) and my Schwinn Stingray bicycle with that big 5 speed stick shift.
I wish I still had my Zenith Transoceanic Radio. I can still remember that radio cost me $36 and it took me months and months to save for it.

And my Aurora HO Scale Race Cars. I was the kid with the 4×8 plywood table with the track attached. My little racetrack had banked curves and miniature street lights, mountains, and all the scenery.
Of course, all these things went out the door when I got my first car. To bad about that
Now lets fast forward to 20 years from now. At 76 years old am I going to have any regrets that I sold all the furniture, that special chair or those dishes in 2012. Will I be crying a tear because I didnt keep that antique flower vase or stuffed teddy bear? I dont think so. I believe my regret would come from not challenging myself to have new experiences, visit new places, and meet new people.
As I look around my home now, I would keep photos and family videos, a few keepsakes, and that is it. The art work, the furniture and electronics, and the cars are all nice but it would not break my heart if most or all were gone tomorrow. The more I think about it, I like the freedom that traveling light gives me. Nothing to weigh me down
So, for me, future memories, untethered by things and stuff is what I am most comfortable with.
I have been hauling these things around long enough. I want more experiences and less stuff
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Anyone else feel this way?