However, I'd like to defend the opposite position for a moment (because I enjoy being contrary). While I don't consider myself to be materialistic, there are some things that I don't like to do without. It's not stuff like a television, or the right clothes, or even my car (being carless is more of an inconvenience than an actual heartbreak). It's the things that I have dragged around with me everywhere that keep me anchored and remind me of happy times and people I love. The small marble Taj Mahal model a friend brought me from India in 2002. A magic totem a surrogate aunt made for me in the 1990s. A pebble I picked up out of a stream in the Catskills. One earring, to remind me of the other earring I lost on my last night in the United States. The sixty-plus photos that cover my fridge. None of these have any monetary value, nor did they take up much space in my shipment of household goods. I can feel bad about all of the clothing and linens and such that I sent here but may never unpack. Clothing can and will be discarded eventually, and boxes will be lost inevitably in some move or another. However, I won't feel guilty about the little things that I will drag all over the world with me.