Moving Out

The last few days have been spent packing up all my worldly possessions and moving them to a new home that I recently purchased.
It's quite sobering to see everything you've come to own piled up in one room.
Through the years I have thrown a lot of stuff out because I hate clutter. 'Outta sight, outta mind"
There wasn't a whole, helluva lot left. I'm leaving a lot behind as well.
I've been living in the house my brother owns for 14 years.
I'm moving out of necessity, and it's a bitter/sweet feeling.
Because my brother and his family are religious fanatics, and chose to defect, it was mutually agreed that I should go. Strange indeed, the situation is.
A grown man sneaking his girlfriend in and out so that nobody from the "congregation" suspects my immorality.