Stuff and things.
Living a nomadic lifestyle isn't really conducive to owning a lot of things. For most of my life, the majority of my possessions have been somewhere packed away while I wander around. Be it a storage locker, my mother's closet, a friend's basement or my dad's garage- it was kind of a wonder why I even bothered keeping a lot of it in the first place. When my mother passed I moved out west from Ontario, and most of what I owned was stored in my dad's garage for the first few years. Mostly memorabilia. He loaded up his truck and made the epic journey to come and visit- and bring said things and stuff. I was pretty excited to finally have everything I owned in the place that I was living. Even though that place was never guaranteed, it was the closest thing I'd ever had to calling a home. It was a tiny farm shack rental- that was often under threat of being repossessed or sold. Every 6 months or so I was looking for a new place. Or a patch of land to park a trail...