Matching Cup and Soap Dispenser

What will happen to all my stuff when I am old. When I am living in a small place, maybe assisted living, maybe G will have a room for me. When I have one room or one wall or one shelf for all my treasured belongings. All these things that I have spent time and money accumulating. Things I needed, things I wanted, things I had to have. Where will they go and why won't I see their use any longer? The book I've read ten times and keep around for the eleventh. The wooden shoes from Amsterdam. The statuette of Romeo and Juliet kissing that Sam brought back from Vienna for me. The rugs from Morocco. The sea shells from Monterey. And what about all the things that come and go? Bed sheets that get worn out, curtains that don't match, a lamp from Target that no longer fits. All those things that migrate through my life coming and going in and out of the house. The money spent could take me to China. What value do those things have? The plate shaped like a jack-o-lantern that was needed for happiness that day, is it needed for happiness today? What will happen to that plastic when it is no longer seen fit for existence in the Garzaniti home? The rug under my feet when I do the dishes. The matching cup and soap dispenser in the bathroom. The electronic so-du-ku game. What will come of the things that were never really needed in the first place but somehow made it home with me? Rotting for a millennium at the dump, just to suit my needs for a moment of my life? How many acres am I already responsible for? How many more will there be? What will I do to slow the cycle? We have a spending freeze for the month of January. Gas and limited groceries. No trips to Target. No trips to Borders. No eating out, no movies. No on-line shopping. It is a start and maybe I'll take that trip to China, or Africa, or Costa Rica. Or maybe I'll just feel better, less crowded, lighter.