I’ve realized I don’t really need anything

I grew up broke. Like, seriously broke. Didn’t have food most of the time. Clothes from Homeless Shelters. No Christmas. No birthday card from my mom.<br><br>I had one of those childhoods where you’re so hungry you have to lie down because the pain is so bad. I remember getting food stamps, which was a huge deal, but they didn’t last because they were for emergencies. When I was 10, I got a little bag of pretzel mix at the food pantry, and I sat in the car and ate it slowly. I still remember the pretzel balls covered in rye seasoning.<br><br>I’m 32 now and I’m in a different financial situation. I’m not rich, but I’m okay. I have a house and a little kid and I’ve been trying to buy her all the things I never got. <br><br>But I’ve realized that when I got something new, I’m excited, but it only lasts a few days. The only things that I’m really excited about are things I’ve wanted since childhood. I have a bunch of stuff now, and the only things that are really important to me are my kid, my dog, my partner, my house, and a hand full of things I really love. <br><br>I’ve realized that I buy most of my stuff because I’m bored. I need to get rid of the stuff I don’t care about. <br><br>I’m trying to go less places and stay home more, where I have everything I need.