Dispassionate Non-Attachment has taken a new twist.
I'm thinking of selling my townhouse.
Now, before you think I've gone totally nuts, let me just say that when I bought it 2.5 years ago, I was in a relationship and the place was for "us".
The boy is long since gone (and a horrible mistake was narrowly missed -- she says, wiping sweat off brow, as she remembers taking off the ring that graced her finger...) In fact, we'd been here only a few months when things ended.
I haven't had much attachment to the place I call "home" in a long time. I do, however, resist change. And I hate moving.
But maybe it is time to downsize as I move into thesis-writing mode...
Hhhmmm... must think on it more... Dispassionately, of course.