New Place

We moved this Friday to our newest home, this time in Causeway Bay. I've lost count of how many places I've laid down my head to rest, but every place feels like home now. I don't have a set of dishes to my name, just boxes of clothes that I never wear and books and mementos that I hardly ever revisit. I felt a little embarrassed while I kept the doors open and tried to stay out of the way of the 2 movers we had hired. They moved our 30+ boxes in and out of the van fast, but it was clear that it was a really hot and humid day, and that some of our boxes and suitcases were heavy. How do we manage to accumulate so much crap when there's so little we actually need? I wish I had the guts to detach myself from my things which is just stuff really and be able to hit the road with nothing but a backpack and a notebook. Wouldn't that be something?