We've all spent a lifetime collecting Stuff and - yes - if we had to walk away from it, we probably could, but it comforts us and says: this is who I am. This is what I've done.

When we move home, the bricks and mortar don't matter as much as the familiar Stuff. This is the third house I've lived in since we got married and after both house moves I thought I'd feel some emotional tug whenever I passed the old place. But as soon as the Stuff was transferred I felt little or no connection. Once someone else's Stuff was in it - it became someone else's home.

Home is where the Stuff is.