[livi]

When me and my former spouse separated I was in a state of chaos. I had no interest in my belongings what so ever. I just needed badly to get out, which some of you very helpful and supportive guys may remember. I literary went out that door with the cloths I was wearing, an old piano, my guitars and the Porsche. Everything else I left behind.

I have not missed one iota. Nothing. Zero.

In all the bad commotion, I could actually feel a separate sense of relief, rid of my materialistic burden, as it were.

Does that make any sense ?