"Having is not as satisfying a thing as wanting."
— Spock, Amok Time.
It's so true. I'm happy when I post neat things that I want in my journal, explain why I want them, what they mean to me. I'm happy when I edit my wishlists, adding, deleting and shuffling things around.
But I get depressed when I look at the stuff in the house that I haven't touched in years. Crap that will have to be dealt with when we move. Either sold at 1/10th or less of the price we bought it for or packed up and taken with us.
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