Bboyrichb
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I'm Rich. I'm from the East Coast: I was born in Worcester, Mass, the second-largest city in New England. I recently moved out of a one-bedroom apartment in Worcester and into another one-bedroom in the town of Southbridge, nearby to Worcester, in Worcester County. The move was unexpectedly traumatic, and I've been wrestling with my emotions ever since. I've come to realize I own too many possessions: my belongings filled up an entire full-sized moving truck. Worse, that truck wasn't large enough for all my shit; the mover's had to leave a bunch of my stuff behind, compelling me to make multiple trips back and forth from my old apartment to my new one to collect the rest of the stuff myself. It took me almost a month to fully unpack. I'm in the process of putting everything where it belongs and I have come to discover along the way, that it's me who's trying - each time I put a tapestry on the wall, or rug on the floor - to belong somewhere. I feel trapped inside my life. Not because I have tasks to do each day: I completed my first novel some time ago, and I'm currently in the editing process. Nor it is due to any sense of duty or obligation to things peripheral in my life. I feel trapped because the things I own have begun to own me, and I don't like the realization, not one little bit...