Getting rid of material possessions must feel real good, maybe in an ascetic sort of way, but good nonetheless. About a year ago I started to feel like my possessions were really weighing me down; honestly it was a lot more than that, but I suppose it was a physical symbol of what my spirit felt. Then I moved to Boston and was forced to bring only what I felt was important to me, and soon I'll be moving again, hoping the accumulation a year brings doesn't exceed the capacity of my car.