7 Years to a New Person: Fantasy

My coffers are empty, and with them the safety they could give. I've divested myself of all my worldly possessions, though some still sit in the rooms of my home, waiting for their buyers to come and take them away. You'd think this would make me a profit, but I'm sacrificing all that. I want none of the strings to bind me to the person I was, the past I lived, and the way I was. It takes seven years for every cell in your body to be replaced. I look forward to the end of those seven years. I don't dare accumulate things or belongings or a new nature until the time is up. Traces of the old me would linger. I'm probably risking myself just staying here long enough to make sure that everything--

Inspiration: "Extraordinary Way" by Conjure One
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Pilgrimage, sort of. Everything he acquires, he has to dispose of and change out. Nothing can be constant. Might be an interesting character for recurring stories. Also, I can tell committing so much time to editing has given me a real itch to write, because a large part of me is saying, "Yes! This! I could write this right now!"