Stuff

My father was the least materialistic person I ever knew. Other than the house, his car and clothes, Dad's only possessions were his chair, a bookcase, and the books in it. Everything else in the house was Mom's.

Unfortunately, I inherited my mother's pack-rat tendencies, not Dad's asceticism – and in spades. I ended up being even worse than she was when it came to collecting 'stuff'. Ironic that, at this stage in my life, my possessions have ended up owning me, not the other way around.