I hate moving. I used to love it. As a kid we would move every 5-7 years and it was a very exciting time. The new house would mysterious and, well, NEW. I can only remember 3 houses we lived in the entire time i was growing up. Unfortunately that is not the case of my adult life. Due to financial instability we end up moving once or twice a year. I just finished moving (sort of) after living in a house for less than two months.:0 Something that used to be fresh and exciting is now mundane and tedious and inconvenient, to say the least. The other day i was sitting in Math class and realized that i wish i didn't have all the crap that we do. It was in that very moment that i had an epiphany. Y'see, I tend to be a little materialistic sometimes. I love collecting things. Toys, games, Comics, movies, etc, etc, etc. In a more stable time i had my own room to set up my drafting table and all my collectibles and old toys and stuff, it was really cool. Now all i do is lug all these boxes from one storage place to the next. But i remember feeling really mad and/or sad whenever some new whirly-bob came out and i got to thinking about "want" and what it says about it in the Bible. I remember wondering "how in the world can someone stop wanting stuff? Is it even possible?" Maybe thats what God has been doing this whole time. I picture myself as Christian from "The Pilgrims Progress" lugging that huge backpack around everywhere i go. Maybe this is Gods cure for materialism. "How bad do you want this? Are you willing to lug it around wherever you go?"