Cutting the Cord on our Stuff

I can’t believe we packed our lives into seven big suitcases and two carryons.
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The months before we moved here were full of selling furniture online, taking boxes to goodwill, and pawning things off on friends. 📦 My parents let us store a handful of boxes of keepsakes, wedding gifts, books, and winter clothes, but everything else had to go.
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I felt like a helium balloon that was tied down 🎈 – there was beautiful potential to float and be free to go wherever God nudged, but all the things we had acquired were keeping us tied to one place. We had to cut the cord in order to be free.
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It ended up being cathartic to purge ourselves of so much stuff, and we could’ve kept even less if I would’ve had a better idea of what was available to purchase in Saudi. Like, we brought a french press and a cheese grater bc I didn’t know?? What if they didn’t have those things? Spoiler: they do.
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So now in the past couple years we have built off those seven suitcases and somehow acquired enough furniture and belongings to fill a two-story apartment. 😬 We’ve tried to be more mindful about our purchases, and it definitely helps that there isn’t a Target or Homegoods to tempt me, but adding kids to the mix is a whole new ballgame.
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At least we’ve been through this before, so if God calls us somewhere new, we can sell and give away and know that we don’t need much more than seven suitcases to start a new home.
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How would you describe your attachment to your possessions? If God suddenly called you to move somewhere new, would it be hard to ”cut the cord” on the things you’ve acquired?