I was a navy brat. I don’t know what can possibly be bratty about having to pull up and move all the time, start a new school, leave old friends behind and make new ones, but that’s what we are known as. I honestly cannot recall being attached to anything as a child (as a grown up either for that matter). When it was time to move, it was a lot easier if you didn’t have a lot of stuff. I think that was the effect on me, and because of how I grew up, I learned to travel light, even today.
I traveled through Europe with a carry on bag for six weeks. Unlike most women my age, I have no “collections” and my home is what I would call sparsely decorated. Oddly enough, my sister, who grew up alongside me, 4 years younger, feels quite the opposite. She has various collectibles throughout her home, with shelves upon shelves of books, photographs, keepsakes and physical parcels of memories, sprinkled throughout her home. She feels that the experience of moving all the time, made her feel that she wanted to feel her things were all about her. She feels comforted seeing her memories all about her.
Two experiences, two very different results.
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