When Madonna was singing about material girls, I was doing my usual thing of letting go of things, and moving to another destination. No kidding, I have moved over one hundred times in my life. So far. The first nine years of my life my brother and parents and I moved at least six times. That seemed to set a pattern for the rest of my life. While I was still living with my mother during pre-teen years, we moved three times.
Then there were different homes with foster families followed by three moves before I got married. Then moving to various locations in five states, sometimes only staying in a place a month. That is lot of moves! I moved to Nebraska in March 2008 and have moved six times. I feel like a nomad, most of the time staying one year in a place. This is not a listing of all the moves, just a condensed version.
Over the years I had convinced myself that the moves were a benefit in that I did not hoard things. I can't tell you how many new refrigerators, new washers and dryers, and other new appliances have been in my life. Cars were traded in for a new car often, sometimes annually.
The lesson I learned from the nomadic life was to not get attached to material things. Ever. If I have something and someone else likes it or wants it, the natural thing for me, with my background, is to give it to them. No problem, no attachments. I can't say I had favorites, not homes, or cars, or any thing. The way I feel is that things belong to all of us. Some people give me things. Nice. Some things I give to others. Also nice. Things are just things, I either have them or I don't, not that important. The important things in life are how we treat each other and the lessons we learn as we travel through this life. This is just my opinion, others may not agree with it.