I'm moving in June. To a house in the country. It has been something that I've wanted for a very long time. In 87 sleeps, it will be a reality for me.
This upcoming change in reality has really made me start to think. I look at the things around me, and think: do I really need this? Do I really need that? What is it about this thing that made me want it in the first place?
The thought process of trying to figure out my "things" has now lead to me trying to figure out "me."
I am, as I have said plenty of times now, a Jill of all trades. I have all sorts of hobbies. I have an entire closet full of clothes. Shelves full of chotchkes and trinkets. And I'm thinking about the headache of trying to move all of it. Trying to find a place for it in the new house.
I've come to a conclusion. Over the next 87 sleeps, I'm going to (in my limited spare time) pare down my possessions and figure out who exactly I am, and with that, what possessions help me to define that.
I feel like I haven't had a lot of options to really be me the last half-decade because work has encompassed SO much of it.
Wish me luck. I have a LOT of (read: too much) stuff.
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