Leaving the old, buying the new

A few days ago I was chatting with a friend about moving and she was asking me how was I gonna take all my belongings with me and commenting gosh, what a huge workload it would be. Yes, I do have a lot of stuff, but I'm not taking it with me. Not all at once. Just bits and pieces of home. The mugs, some books, some magnets, my small painting of Brussels, yes, that's all going. And clothes, of course! But that's about it. First because I don't need to have all of it with me (so many new things and places to discover, what do I care about stuff!), and second because I don't want to. It's almost like a ritual; I'm shedding my own skin. I'm leaving the old me here and reaching my destination a stronger and more independent meerkat. So call me shallow, but some things I want to buy new. Like new slippers for a new home. And a new me.