This is something I wrote down when we were talking about our possessions and I was going back and forward about if to publish it or not, since when u start thinking about Personal things and possession, everything turns to be so deep connected to who we are, our weakness and our strength.
December 2nd 2012.
“Things that humanly talk.”
It’s always hard to select, make a choice between all the things you own, and going through a further selection among the already chosen one, before moving to another place, another country.
Just few days ago, I heard somebody saying how usually people try to change their personality, try to be somebody else when they decide to move to another place with a different culture.
I also understood how this trying to deny your origin can be dangerous both for yourself and the people who usually interact with you.
This is so true.
And this is probably the reason why we always try to collect as much objects we can from our homes, in a desperate try to feel we the same person we used to be in our natural and every days environment.
The first time I started thinking about “how to make my luggage to London” I though ” well, it’s gonna be easy and light as all the other times I flew around the world”.
But It turned out it was not.
This time I experienced how it feels when somebody ask you ” If u have to run out of the house which will be the first thing and the most important one you would save or simply take with you ignoring all the rest?”
So it began.
I prepared all my stuffs upon my bed. I put there everything i though I couldn’t live without in England. I alway thought I was a simple person. Well, I am, but I thought that the things that surrounded me and described the person I am would have been less than the one completely covered my bed.
It’s like you have to move your entire life, with all its emotions, feelings and history and you have only a small shopping bag.
It turns out that in my simplicity, I collected a lot of too important objects I could not renounce to.
My Barrier was the flight company restrictions about the weight of luggages.
So I started selecting, and then reselecting, moving, taking inside and afar taking out all my history, trying to find the best compromise within me and my real needs.
On one hand There was me, struggling with my past and on the other hand there was my future, probably without a lot of these things.
After 2 days of thoughts, I realized that maybe the balance and its inexorable pointer was right.
If we have enought space usually we are controlled by a strong raptus of recollecting objects, most of them usually are stuff we own just because we liked them in some point of our past.
But is this feeling permanent? Do we really feel the same emotions after an undefined range of time?
I still don’t have a clear answer to this question, but I now Know that many things that we strongly feel essential is just cause we simply got used to them.
Moving to England, I had to leave a part of me ( and already this sounds strange to me) in my house. Most of the thing that I really believed were talking about me, are still there.
So some could say ” why u didn’t take them with you? “.
The answer is that the more u care about something, the more you want to be sure they are in a safe place, like home is.
So, The selection of things I brought with me, are an important part of me as well, but it’s not everything. It’s like a puzzle. You can only choose which part of the portrait you want to take with you, cause you need to see it everyday and you can easily imagine all the rest just using your imagination.
In this way I think I can reconstruct myself everyday.
It could be said that we all try to design this big puzzle called Life, and along the way we can only save some pieces, while trying to complete the picture within ourself.
I still miss something and of course somebody, but I now understood something that before wasn’t so clear to me.
I read this into one of my favorite book :
” you’re trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you ” ( fight club, chapter 5)
I now Know it’s true. Cause most of my possessions i thought so essential, I now understand how i can easily live even without. Of course, once back home, looking at them again, I will feel again entrapped; but maybe next time this will be different.
It’s so strange how our perception of the things we own can change according to the place we live. I now prepared even something I probably will take it back to Italy, cause I can manage even without.
And in the end, It turns out that the only irreplaceable thing in my life are the thing who neither a pic can replace the same feeling. All these things is what can warm your heart.
Among all the rest I miss my cat as crazy and my friends.
There’s no social network who can replace the hug of your best friend, the breeze and the waves’ sound close to the sea you’ve been growing up or your cat’s purr.






