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		<title>By: Diana</title>
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		<dc:creator>Diana</dc:creator>
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		<description>I grappled with (and am still grappling with) this issue because of my recent move.  Having to touch each of my belongings and having to justify packing it carefully to cross the country, only to see just how much I had once on the other side, was a powerful experience.  How much stuff do I need to carry on my day-to-day business?  How much stuff do I need in my kitchen to cook a decent meal for my family?  How many souvenirs do I need to remember a vacation?

It&#039;s really hard, and I realize that the fact that it&#039;s hard is, in itself, a luxury.  I remember clearly holding my step-father&#039;s hand just after he had died of cancer.  He died in a room surrounded by stuff he loved as he was watching a DVD of an opera he loved.  

I only knew one thing without a doubt: he didn&#039;t take any of that stuff with him.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I grappled with (and am still grappling with) this issue because of my recent move.  Having to touch each of my belongings and having to justify packing it carefully to cross the country, only to see just how much I had once on the other side, was a powerful experience.  How much stuff do I need to carry on my day-to-day business?  How much stuff do I need in my kitchen to cook a decent meal for my family?  How many souvenirs do I need to remember a vacation?</p>
<p>It&#8217;s really hard, and I realize that the fact that it&#8217;s hard is, in itself, a luxury.  I remember clearly holding my step-father&#8217;s hand just after he had died of cancer.  He died in a room surrounded by stuff he loved as he was watching a DVD of an opera he loved.  </p>
<p>I only knew one thing without a doubt: he didn&#8217;t take any of that stuff with him.</p>
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