One tiny blue duffel bag. That’s all John brought over to my apartment in Hangzhou years ago when he first moved in with me.
So imagine his surprise when he discovered, months later, all the things I decided to take with me when I moved to Shanghai — to find a new job closer to him. My stuff barely fit into his cousin’s microvan, causing him to shake his head at my accumulated belongings and sigh, “So many things!” Continue reading “On Moving: My “Too Much Stuff” And My Husband’s Little Blue Duffel Bag”