There was a time in my life, when everything I owned could fit in a luggage and be contained in 18 kilos. 18 kilos, just that. Every time I went to live in a new country, almost in a magic way, that's how much my suitcase would weigh. And it always amazed me, how all the things I considered essential would always have the same weight.
After four years of living in the same place, Im moving again ( practically around the corner, but still!). And after four years of living in the same place, having to move, I realized how much junk I have gathered around me.. After 4 years of staying still, I actually own things.. and I just realized how much its weighing me down...
So many things I bought, just because I could, used them for a while until I got bored of them and then left them in a drawer somewhere, for months and years, waiting for the day I would do this massive cleaning and throw them all away..
Throw them all away? Where? I love and hate throwing things away, almost with a an equal force! I love grabbing a big black plastic bag, opening drawers and cupboards and throwing everything inside, feeling the relief from getting rid of clutter that's been there for ages and feeling the cleansing of the soul (is it just me who finds this therapeutic?). And then I look at this huge bag, full of products that were bought and never fulfilled their purpose and I just want to get rid of it.. but where is it going to go?
All this trash... where will it end up? And why???? Just because I once thought I needed it and went out and bought it. Im indulging in self-loathing for a while. Hating my consumerism habits. Imagining huge landfills full of my useless stuff, polluting the earth. I dont want to throw anything away. I dont want to ever buy anything I dont really need ever again.
Pretty, useless, stupid Stuff. To fill our empty, static lives. To give us a sense of belonging to a place. To fill up the space in our bigger-than-we-need houses. And then eventually, after years of sitting there quietly, our stuff becomes trash that we just get rid of. We don't know where it's going, as long as it leaves our houses, leaving space for us to buy more useless stuff.
18 kilos. Thats all Im taking with me to my new places. And the rest... I ll find a way to re-use, re-cycle and eventually re-duce what Im using. I wont throw it away. I ll give it to friends, and make it into something else and donate it and put it in recycling bags and do whatever it takes to stop leaving a negative footprint on the environment.
I miss being a traveler..
After four years of living in the same place, Im moving again ( practically around the corner, but still!). And after four years of living in the same place, having to move, I realized how much junk I have gathered around me.. After 4 years of staying still, I actually own things.. and I just realized how much its weighing me down...
So many things I bought, just because I could, used them for a while until I got bored of them and then left them in a drawer somewhere, for months and years, waiting for the day I would do this massive cleaning and throw them all away..
Throw them all away? Where? I love and hate throwing things away, almost with a an equal force! I love grabbing a big black plastic bag, opening drawers and cupboards and throwing everything inside, feeling the relief from getting rid of clutter that's been there for ages and feeling the cleansing of the soul (is it just me who finds this therapeutic?). And then I look at this huge bag, full of products that were bought and never fulfilled their purpose and I just want to get rid of it.. but where is it going to go?
All this trash... where will it end up? And why???? Just because I once thought I needed it and went out and bought it. Im indulging in self-loathing for a while. Hating my consumerism habits. Imagining huge landfills full of my useless stuff, polluting the earth. I dont want to throw anything away. I dont want to ever buy anything I dont really need ever again.
Pretty, useless, stupid Stuff. To fill our empty, static lives. To give us a sense of belonging to a place. To fill up the space in our bigger-than-we-need houses. And then eventually, after years of sitting there quietly, our stuff becomes trash that we just get rid of. We don't know where it's going, as long as it leaves our houses, leaving space for us to buy more useless stuff.
18 kilos. Thats all Im taking with me to my new places. And the rest... I ll find a way to re-use, re-cycle and eventually re-duce what Im using. I wont throw it away. I ll give it to friends, and make it into something else and donate it and put it in recycling bags and do whatever it takes to stop leaving a negative footprint on the environment.
I miss being a traveler..
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