Twenty-six months ago I rid myself of my keys. I sold my car to my parents, returned my house key and was suddenly keyless. It was liberating.
Now, 750 days later, I am keyless again. My landlord came by, collected all of my keys and with it, my responsibilities.
For the next few weeks I relish in the freedom that exists from being keyless. I no longer have to worry about loosing them. I no longer have the responsibility attached to them. Freedom.
But what about the other side of things.... the responsibility, the ownership, that feeling that something is all yours. That's a big one too.
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