Living My Life Out of One Suitcase

And other rambling thoughts

When I moved to Mazatlan, I brought three suitcases. One for my clothes, one for my art supplies, and one for pet supplies. That was way too many for my comfort. I also had a briefcase type bag for my laptop and tablet and important papers. Oh, I forgot the two pet kennels for the cat and dog. Luckily a friend came with me to help lug all of this around.

From now on, I want to live out of one suitcase. Do people still say suitcase, or is bag the word in vogue now? My mother called it a grip.

Anyhow, I find not owning anything other than life's necessities to be the most liberating feeling in the world. My children will thank me when I die. They won’t have to clean out a house full of junk.

I worked with a woman who said her parents had to sell houses and get rid of junk when their parents died. It was such a nightmare for them that they got rid of their own junk, sold their home, and moved into independent living. They said they wouldn’t do that to their children.

I’ve owned beautifully decorated homes in my lifetime. It was fun decorating them at the time. Owning a home is a big responsibility that I don’t want anymore.

I lived most of my life in Los Angeles. People who work there will live a three or four-hour drive from their work so they can afford to own a home. No wonder Californians are crazy.

Since I want to live out of one suitcase, why did I buy a Mazatlan mug from Starbucks today? It will make my coffee taste better; that’s why.

A free spirit, visual artist, writer, animal lover, introvert and independent woman.

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