I’ve come untethered. All I own now sits in boxes inside a ten by ten box; tucked away next to other boxes inside a bigger box to house them all.

I’ve done this before; this untethering. Years ago I played the real life game of Tetris to make it all fit. Stacked. Jammed. Crammed. And here I am again, years later. Mostly the same stuff; different boxes.

It’s a funny thing; our attachment to things. Storing it all away makes me realize how little I need to function.

It’s temporary, this storage of my life’s possessions. We’ll see how the next few months unfold. First up, the wide open sky and endless roads.