This morning I woke up with the fuzzy remnants of a strange dream, where I was watching some sort of "Animal Olympics" where a camel painted in the colors of the Kazakh flag caught a frisbee in its mouth.
I cleaned out the bathroom and the adjoining laundry area this morning. I tossed a lot of the expired meds that we'd stocked up on during annual trips to the US. Now that it's easy to get to a CVS or RiteAid I don't have the same need to hoard American OTC drugs in the same way. Some items I might replace, like ibuprofen, but probably not the whole lot at once. It's not like we have the same need for diarrhea treatments here.
I feel most secure when I'm surrounded by abundance (food, office supplies, books, whatever) and I'm trying to overcome that. It's hard through - partly because I like knowing that if I need something I don't have to leave the house and spend money to get it. It's kind of reinforced officially through church doctrine and unofficially by childhood memories of midnight trips to 24 hour groceries/drugstores.
I feel most secure when I'm surrounded by abundance (food, office supplies, books, whatever)
I have this feeling too. It's hard to fight it for me too, but I do try to eliminate what I can to be efficient. It's hard because we just bought a big house so the compulsion is to fill it up. We have a bunch of empty drawers and whole corners of rooms. Ultimately though stuff is just stuff.