When you’re forced to pack your life into a few suitcases, it becomes a spiritual discipline to discover what it is that matters to you.
For me, it’s books.
My highlights, my notes, my scribbles… some will call me silly and call these deadweight in luggage. But they will always be gold to me.
When I teared up having to choose the books i could bring, i hauled out the books I told my daughter she couldn’t bring.
“Im sorry sweetheart. I feel you. Go ahead and bring the books you want to.”
