Two things occur to me in reading Bourdain's latest. First, he's one hell of a writer. I'm jealous. But only a little, because I know that his skill and his insight are hard-won, and I'll either choose to learn, or choose fewer regrets.
Second, his thoughts resonate because I'm in a transitional period in which I've distilled my posessions down to what I really need, so I can make plenty of room for what I really want. So my "cherished objects" aren't hidden away in closets any more. I live with them every day. My Birkenstocks, my Bear's Place mug, a Timbuktu messenger bag. A NOLS water bottle.
Slowly, I'm letting go of the relics of my past lives, and my life is filling with new precious things. Henri's favorite blanket. A menu from a restaurant downtown.