Living Large by Traveling Light
Just like any kid living in America, I was socialized to want stuff from an early age – from Hello Kitty to stuffed animals to Barbie dolls. I would pour over the Sears Christmas catalog, seeking out the prizes that I wanted Santa to bring me. I had been a very good girl. While we never had a lot of money growing up, and certainly much less after my father departed the scene, I embraced my southern California upbringing wanting all the things that other teenager girls wanted: clothes, jewelry, a car, music, etc. I got a job at the age of 16 to pay for what I wanted. I worked 2-3 jobs in college in order to partially support myself…and buy more stuff. By my mid-20’s, society told me that I should settle down, go to grad school, get a good paying job, and buy a house. If you own a home, you know that a house requires a tremendous of time and responsibility. Like goldfish we tend to grow to the size of our bowl, we get another chair for the guest room, new paint in the office,